Riding Rockets - Mike Mullane [30]
Even though the six females couldn’t metaphorically lift a leg, they were certainly looking at their five peers and measuring the competition. It was a no-brainer one of them would be aboard the first shuttle carrying any TFNG crewmember. The NASA PR machine was chomping at the bit to get a woman in space. While I doubted it would come to hair pulling and face scratching, there was bound to be as much competition among the fair sex as there was among the males.
John Young welcomed us with a few forgettable words, all delivered while he looked at his shoes. Dealing with life-and-death situations as a test pilot and astronaut hadn’t endowed Young with any public speaking skills. He seemed nervous and hesitant to make eye contact with his audience. It was a personality trait we would learn wasn’t just associated with welcoming speeches. (The thingsLife never mentioned.) His stature and voice made him even less compelling. Like all the earliest astronauts, he was short and small framed. He was a Florida boy, and he had the accent and vocabulary of one. He frequently used the expression “them boys” in reference to anybody outside the astronaut office. He wasn’t warm or approachable.Reclusive wouldn’t be far from the mark. But he did have a great understated humor. When Florida named one of Orlando’s main thoroughfares the John Young Parkway, John said, “Them boys shouldn’t have done that. I ain’t dead yet.”
He didn’t leave his wit behind when he flew in space. On STS-9, when two ofColumbia ’s computers failed in orbit, causing a major and potentially life-threatening problem, John looked at his pilot, Brewster Shaw, and said, “This is what they pay us the big bucks for.” He was probably making $70,000 a year at the time.
The meeting proceeded with Young and Crippen, the crew for the first shuttle flight, discussing their mission preparations. We TFNGs were still naïve enough to believe the NASA press releases proclaiming the first shuttle mission would fly in 1979. NASA HQ was loathe to admit to Congress that the machine was well behind schedule, and so they published wildly optimistic timelines about as likely to be achieved as the Chicago Cubs winning the World Series. (STS-1 would ultimately launch on April 12, 1981.) One of the veterans would tell us what the acronym NASA actually stood for: Never a Straight Answer. We learned to add years to any dates provided in a NASA press release about the shuttle schedule.
There was little we newbies could understand in the discussions that swirled around the table. The language of NASA was so laden with acronyms that it took many months to become fluent. The commander of a mission wasn’t called the “commander.” He was the CDR, pronounced as the individual letters…C, D, R. And a pilot wasn’t called a “pilot.” He was a PLT, again pronounced as the individual letters. A pulse code modulation master unit wasn’t called such; it was a “puck-a-moo.” I have heard entire conversations between astronauts without a single recognizable noun in them. “I was doing a TAL and Sim Sup dropped the center SSME along with the number-two APU. Then MS2 saw an OMS leak, we got a GPC split…”
So we just listened in silence to the technobabble. At the close of the meeting, when Young asked if any TFNGs had anything to say, we all sat on our hands. All except Rick Hauck. There was a stir among us as he raised his hand.Surely he wasn’t going to make a technical contribution? was our collective thought. Could he be that far ahead of us? Our competitive paranoia roared to life.
But Rick’s comment wasn’t technical. He just asked if all the TFNGs would remain in the room to cover some administrative items. A secretary entered and passed around copies of our official NASA photos for our review. We had posed for these as part of our in-processing. Now the mail room was filled with thousands of lithographs