Magnificent Desolation: The Long Journey Home from the Moon

Magnificent Desolation: The Long Journey Home from the Moon

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by Buzz Aldrin, Ken Abraham

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Forty years ago, Buzz Aldrin became the second human, minutes after Neil Armstrong, to set foot on a celestial body other than the Earth. The event remains one of mankind’s greatest achievements and was witnessed by the largest worldwide television audience in history. In the years since, millions more have had their Earth-centric perspective unalterably

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Forty years ago, Buzz Aldrin became the second human, minutes after Neil Armstrong, to set foot on a celestial body other than the Earth. The event remains one of mankind’s greatest achievements and was witnessed by the largest worldwide television audience in history. In the years since, millions more have had their Earth-centric perspective unalterably changed by the iconic photograph of Aldrin standing on the surface of the moon, the blackness of space behind him and his fellow explorer and the Eagle reflected in his visor. Describing the alien world he was walking upon, he uttered the words “magnificent desolation.” And as the astronauts later sat in the Eagle, waiting to begin their journey back home, knowing that they were doomed unless every system and part on board worked flawlessly, it was Aldrin who responded to Mission Control’s clearance to take off with the quip, “Roger. Understand. We’re number one on the runway.”

The flight of Apollo 11 made Aldrin one of the most famous persons on our planet, yet few people know the rest of this true American hero’s story. In Magnificent Desolation, Aldrin not only gives us a harrowing first-person account of the lunar landing that came within seconds of failure and the ultimate insider’s view of life as one of the superstars of America’s space program, he also opens up with remarkable candor about his more personal trials–and eventual triumphs–back on Earth. From the glory of being part of the mission that fulfilled President Kennedy’s challenge to reach the moon before the decade was out, Aldrin returned home to an Air Force career stripped of purpose or direction, other than as a public relations tool that NASA put to relentless use in a seemingly nonstop world tour. The twin demons of depression and alcoholism emerged–the first of which Aldrin confronted early and publicly, and the second of which he met with denial until it nearly killed him. He burned through two marriages, his Air Force career came to an inglorious end, and he found himself selling cars for a living when he wasn’t drunkenly wrecking them. Redemption came when he finally embraced sobriety, gained the love of a woman, Lois, who would become the great joy of his life, and dedicated himself to being a tireless advocate for the future of space exploration–not only as a scientific endeavor but also as a thriving commercial enterprise.

These days Buzz Aldrin is enjoying life with an enthusiasm that reminds us how far it is possible for a person to travel, literally and figuratively. As an adventure story, a searing memoir of self-destruction and self-renewal, and as a visionary rallying cry to once again set our course for Mars and beyond, Magnificent Desolation is the thoroughly human story of a genuine hero.

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By NASA standards, 496 people worldwide have been in space, but of all those hundreds of astronauts, original moonwalkers Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong hold precedence. Even crew member Mike Collins, who was an integral part of the historic Apollo 11 mission, never achieved the fame of the two men who actually stepped on the lunar surface. Of that trio, Aldrin, who actually uttered the first words on the moon ("Contact light…Okay, engine stop."), certainly provided the more compelling media copy. Flamboyant, gregarious, and outspoken, he possessed the Indiana Jones roughness that the public adored. Unfortunately, as this candid memoir makes starkly clear, Aldrin's apparent self-assuredness concealed a much shakier substructure. In the next several decades, he struggled with depression and alcoholism, twin nightmares that destroyed two marriages and his NASA career. In Magnificent Desolation, this beloved national hero recounts how, against all odds, he recovered from the earthly problems that almost destroyed him.

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Magnificent Desolation

The Long Journey Home from the Moon
By Ken Abraham


Copyright © 2009 Ken Abraham
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780307463456

1 A JOURNEY for ALL MANKIND Wednesday, July 16, 1969, 6:00 a.m. (EDT) Countdown: T minus three hours, thirty minutes to liftoff. Clear Florida sky.

Elevated 300 feet in the air on an upper platform of Kennedy Space Center’s Launch Pad 39-A, I stood alone on the grating of the towering gantry. A few yards away, loaded with more than 2,000 tons of liquid oxygen and hydrogen propellant, the giant Saturn V rocket also stood, primed for liftoff as the countdown progressed. Large shards of frost were already falling off its outer skin from the super-chilled liquid oxygen within.

Hours earlier my Apollo 11 crewmates, Neil Armstrong and Michael Collins, and I had enjoyed a predawn steak-and-eggs breakfast—an astronaut tradition—and had gone through an elaborate suiting-up with NASA’s equipment team helping us get into our pressurized suits, helmets, gloves, and boots. Along with our Pad Leader, Günter Wendt, a gray-haired man of German descent who had worked on almost every launch since the early days of the Mercury program, the three of us, carrying our portable air-conditioning ventilators as though we were heading off to work with our briefcases, loaded into the courier van for the short drive out to the launchpad.

Slowly we ascended in thegantry elevator, passing red metal grated walkways at various intervals leading to strategic areas of the rocket. Each of us had trained for his entire life leading up to this moment. As a crew, we had worked together for nearly a year, with Neil and I initially on the backup crew for the gutsy Apollo 8 mission, the first to fly around the moon after only one prior mission with the Saturn V, and then with Mike as the prime crew for the Apollo 11 mission. Because of the seating order in the cramped conditions of the Apollo command module—comparable to the interior of a small van in which the three of us would live and work for more than a week—climbing over one another to enter the craft while wearing our spacesuits was next to impossible. So Günter stopped the elevator about three-fourths of the way up, and dropped me off to wait there on the metal grat- ing while he, Neil, and Mike proceeded two more flights up to where the elevator opened at the “white room,” the final preparation area leading to the narrow hatch opening to the spacecraft. In less than three and half hours, if all went well, the enormous rocket, with the power of an atomic bomb, would release an engulfing fireball and lumber off the pad, slowly gathering speed as it rose majestically into the sky, launching America’s first attempt to land human beings on the moon.

The sun had not yet come up and was barely peeking above the horizon as I stood on the grating and peered through the clear bubble helmet I wore. The only sound I could hear came from my ventilation unit. Looking up and down the coastline, my eyes scanned the beaches for miles along the causeway near Cape Canaveral, where more than a million people had started gathering the night before, trekking in cars, motorcycles, pickup trucks, campers, and large motor homes, inching their way through bumper-to-bumper traffic as they sought the perfect launch viewing location. Already people were filling in every available spot of dry ground, and thousands of boats were anchored on the Indian and Banana rivers near the Cape. Without a good set of binoculars, most of the spectators could not see me, and from my vantage point I could barely see them, but I could see the evidence of them in the flickering campfires that dotted the beaches in the darkness. Everyone knew that something big was about to happen.

Because of the danger of explosion should something go wrong, the area immediately near the Saturn V was evacuated except for technicians making their final pre-launch checks. Even if the launch was perfect, no human could stay within several miles of it outside of the Firing Room, the launch control center at the Cape. The hot gases and thunderous noise would consume anyone standing too close to the rocket at ignition. The VIP spectator area, from which President Nixon, former president Lyndon B. Johnson, the astronauts’ families, politicians, celebrities, and others with the coveted special pass would watch the launch, was a full three miles away. Even there, the vibrations would be felt, and the roar from the engines would be almost deafening.

I looked to the south, where some of the older launch pads were located, and I couldn’t help letting my eyes linger on Launch Pad 34, where, two and a half years earlier, three of my fellow astronauts—Gus Grissom, Roger Chaffee, and Ed White—had lost their lives when they were trapped inside their space capsule in a torrid burst of flames during a pre-launch training test for Apollo 1. Ed had been a year behind me at West Point, where we became friends, and we’d later served together in the Air Force as fighter pilots in Germany, flying F-100s in the “Big 22” Squadron. He was the key person who had kindled and encouraged my efforts to contribute to the space program and ultimately become an astronaut, and now he was gone.

Instinctively my hand moved to a pocket on my spacesuit that contained a special pouch in which I carried an original mission patch honoring the men who had died aboard Apollo 1, as well as various medals honoring Soviet cosmonauts Vladimir Komarov, who had been killed on Soyuz 1, and Yuri Gagarin, the first man in space. In that same pouch I carried a silicon disk inscribed with wishes from leaders of seventy-three nations of the world, and a gold pin in the shape of the olive branch of peace that we had chosen as a symbol of our mission for all mankind. I planned to leave these tributes on the moon.

Not too far from Pad 34, I could see the remnants of Pad 19, where Jim Lovell and I had crewed the last mission of the Gemini program, for a series of complex rendezvous maneuvers and the world’s first successful spacewalk. It was exhilarating to end that program on a high note and pave the way for Apollo. I thought about how far we had come since man’s dream of flight was first realized when the Wright Brothers’ Flyer took to the air on the Outer Banks of North Carolina, at Kill Devil Hill, near Kitty Hawk, in 1903—the very year my mother, Marion Moon, was born. Now, only sixty-six years later, we were aiming for a much longer, more daring, and dangerous flight.

For fifteen minutes I stood on that walkway, suspended from the steadily marching countdown, and enjoying a moment of peace and solitude as I contemplated the journey ahead. I recalled just how wonderful my life had been to get me to this point. All the facets and experiences had worked out along the way to put me in the right place at the right time. Now I was leaving Earth to land on another celestial body, and, if all went as planned, I would return to family and friends, to a full life. Our confidence was high—about 60 percent certain that we would succeed in landing on the moon, the part that had never been done before, and 90 percent that we would make it back home alive. We had trained, tested, and simulated nearly each element of the mission. But there were no guarantees. Even with all the preparation, a myriad of things could go wrong. As astronauts, we were trained to accept such risks, even the risk of not returning.

Finally, Günter was ready for me. I ascended the remaining twenty feet or so, and Günter helped me into the hatch, strapping me into my seat in the center couch, between Neil on my left, strategically situated near the abort handle, and Mike on my right. As we settled in, there was nothing left to do but wait while the countdown continued.

-., At 9:32 a.m., as the five large Saturn V engines ignited, we heard the final sequence of the countdown in our headsets: “T minus ten, nine, eight . . .” I quickly glanced at Neil and Mike, and we exchanged nervous but confident grins. Outside, at the base of the rocket, gases rushed out of each of the engine nozzles as we built up thrust. “T minus five, four, three . . .” With the engines running at full power, the gantry latches released and for a couple of seconds that seemed like forever, the rocket was standing unsupported, free as an eagle ready to soar.

“Two, one . . . zero . . .” The normally calm voice of Public Affairs Officer Jack King cracked with emotion from the Firing Room. “All engines running!” Even inside the command module with our helmets on, we could hear the mighty rumble. What looked like hundreds of tiny amber lights blinked on the instrument panels in front of us as the controlled but excited voice cried, “Liftoff! We have a liftoff!”

The rumbling sound grew louder and the huge rocket felt as though it swayed slightly as it smoothly inched off the pad. In fact it was so smooth that at first we couldn’t detect the exact moment we left the ground. More large shards of frost fell from the sleek metal sides as blue sky seemed to move past the hatch window directly above me. Below us an inferno of flames, steam, and gases billowed all around the launch pad. With 7.6 million pounds of thrust pushing all 3,240 tons of the rocket and spacecraft, we cleared the tower and rapidly accelerated, the g forces dramatically building up and pressing against us. We were on our way to the moon!

Twelve seconds into our flight, shortly after we cleared the tower and were streaking from a straight vertical shot to a gradually changing angle of inclination into the blue sky above, the hundreds of technicians hovering over their displays and consoles in the Firing Room at Cape Canaveral could breathe a little easier. At that point their main job was done and control of our mission moved to the nerve center at Mission Control in Houston, where hundreds of other technicians and engineers manned their consoles and displays, monitoring every aspect of our flight. In the main control room, whimsically known to NASA’s engineers as the “bat room” because of the darkened area in the front where large video screens tracking the flight covered the walls, dozens of people worked at separate stations, with each console controller monitoring one specific aspect of the spacecraft and reporting to the Flight Director if everything was “go,” or if anything was wrong. Although the room was filled with experts handling vital information, only one person communicated directly with us in the Apollo 11 spacecraft: the Spacecraft Communicator, or “Capcom,” a fellow astronaut. All the information that we needed to know from the many monitors in Mission Control, and feedback on what we were experiencing in space, flowed through the Capcom.

Three minutes into the flight, the g forces had increased to the highest point, as we felt nearly four times heavier than our normal body weight. We were forty-five miles high, at least six times higher than most commercial jets can fly, traveling at a speed of nearly 6,500 miles per hour. Neil, Mike, and I had all been in space on previous missions, but it was nonetheless thrilling to look out our window and see the curved Atlantic horizon rapidly receding from view as we looked back at Earth. Within four minutes we were approaching the sixty-two-mile mark, the division between Earth’s blue skies and the endless blackness of space. By twelve minutes we had accelerated to nearly 17,500 miles per hour, the speed required to maintain an orbital course around the Earth. It was time to get busy; during our one and a half orbits we had to make sure all systems were functioning before we left the bounds of Earth orbit to redirect our course to the moon.

Crucial to the success of our flight navigation were the two onboard guidance computers we had on the mission (one in the command module and one in the lunar module), each with about 74 kilobytes of memory and a 2.048 MHz clock processor. With their small displays and nineteen-button keyboards, the Apollo control system seems archaic by today’s standards. Many modern mobile phones have more computing power than we did. But these computers enabled us to measure our velocity changes to a hundredth of a foot per second, determine rendezvous and course corrections, and make minute maneuvers for our descent to the moon. You couldn’t do that with a slide rule. NASA made sure the Apollo computers were the most advanced of the day, the first to use integrated circuit technology, and we expected them to work astoundingly well to perform all the complex calculations needed.


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Magnificent Desolation: The Long Journey Home from the Moon 3.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 26 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved the book! Doesn't talk about his childhood, but helped immensly with my biography for school.
TheGreatIsabella More than 1 year ago
I mostly recommend this book to those who are interested in the sciences, want to increase their knowledge on space/space travel, or would like an inspiring story. This book is mostly about Buzz's stuggles within himself and his choices after the historic landing on the moon. It gives great insight on what it's like to travel in outerspace, which is extremely interesting and how he was treated afterwards. After reading this book I decided to go and buy his other book, Men are from Earth, but not have had the time to read it yet. This book does not include much about his childhood or past, mostly it focuses on his journey to and from the moon and life afterwards. Overall this is a book you would enjoy should you like the general topic of science or if you just like reading biographies. Oh, this is a great book to do a research paper on as well.
s2kguy More than 1 year ago
Excellent coverage of the life of Buzz Aldrin after his heroic trip to and from the Moon. It was written in a personal style than made me feel Buzz was reading the stories to me. I enjoyed the book immensely and recommend it to everyone. A quick, easy read.
HistoryBuffAG More than 1 year ago
Buzz Aldrin's whole problem is aptly expressed by his Apollo 11 crewmate Mike Collins: "He resents not being the first man on the moon more than he appreciates being second."  Accounts by other astronauts show him constantly interfering in space flights of which he was not a part, recommending dangerous maneuver be carried out by other astronauts.  He was so bitter about not being first on the moon that he didn't take a single photograph of Neil Armstrong on the lunar surface.  This is the second book Aldrin has written about his post-lunar mental problems, and is really an updated version of his very first book, "Return to Earth," published in 1973.  And it's now outdated in its own right with his divorce from Lois in 2012.  Aldrin is self-centered and was completely unethical in his astronaut career.  I have no respect for him.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Awesome first few chapters where he is describing the Apollo 11 mission, and then his life, and the book, go downhill from there. I admire his courage in describing his struggles with depression and alcoholism but it gets rather boring hearing him describe every A list celebrity he meets and all the great vacations he goes on. He also never gives a really coherent rationale for spending tens of millions of dollars on more space missions.
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The book started with excitement about the moo. Soon though it turned into a lit of stress. After all it is about a real human. In the end things worked out well. I recommend it as quite interesting
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I had not read this book prior to giving it as a gift to my son-in-law on the occasion of his 40th Birthday. 1969 - that makes TWO giant leaps for mankind. He is a history buff and really appreciated the thought and the sentiment. He will give me his review when completing the read. Looks very promising.
Buck_MT More than 1 year ago
In this newly published memoir, Buzz Aldrin shines a searchlight on his own post-Apollo 11 journey. His intimate description of his depression and descent into alcoholism after his return from the moon is quite wrenching. We have to be amazed that he did not end up killing himself through drunk driving, deliberate suicide (as his mother did, and also his maternal grandfather), or even drowning in his own vomit. We all know of the risks and challenges of his NASA career, but the downs and ups of the subsequent years are perhaps even more startling. The book recounts his personal turmoil and attempts to seek psychiatric assistance. The important role of Alcoholics Anonymous in his recovery is poignantly stated, as is the critical role of his third wife, Lois Driggs, in keeping his depression in a marginally managable state. The book also explains Dr. Aldrin's recent forays into space enterprises, particularly his long-time interest in opening up space travel to members of the general public, and his engineering concepts for travel to/from Mars with humans and other cargo. Some of the later sections of the book become repetitive, but there are enough fascinating nuggets--like his explanation of the infamous punch to the face of a faked-moon landing conspiracy theorist--to make it a page-turner right to the end. I don't think that space history enthusiasts or NASA historians will find any vital data in this book, but all of us can learn from the steep fall and redemptive rise of this ex-astronaut.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
As an 18-year old freshman at West Point, Buzz Aldrin stood at the top of his class - in overall class standing and in everything from math to physical education. We had a saying back then, before the world knew him. If you're not just a bit jealous of Buzz, you're kidding yourself or not paying attention. Through his life, Buzz has had more than his share of fans and detractors. Always friendly, Buzz still put doing the right thing ahead of making a new friend. Until after Apollo 11. Now, in doing the right thing Buzz is making new friends. Now Buzz spends his life giving back what he sees as a tremendous gift TO HIM by the American people! I remember attending a Founders Day luncheon at the Reagan Library with Buzz and my wife. When it was over, it took us over 25 minutes to get to our car. Why? As the Old Grads and their families were leaving, the general public was starting to enter the facility. And just about everybody recognized Buzz. He was friendly to the parents, but belonged to the kids. I can still picture him, leaning over, smiling, with his hands on his knees, talking with each kid as long as that child wanted to talk. All that complexity comes through in "Magnificent Desolation." Buzz shares not only that unbelievable voyage with us, he shares the letdown, pain, and sorrow that followed. We learn what it took and what it felt like to go to the Moon. We also see what it takes and feels like to be a Magnificent Human. A Friend
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The first couple of chapters describing the 1969 trip to the moon were excellent.  While I admire him for sharing his story and eventual recovery from alcoholism and depression, I found him to be very self centered and seemed to go into a "funk" when things didn't go his way.  Only to find in the next chapter he was off to some exotic place mingling with royalty and/or celebrities. To me, this would be difficult for the "average" person to relate to.  
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A factual documentation of UFO's that makes a skeptic think twice with case histories. A bit of author lecturing and repetitive at times,but still good.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
UM, this man went to the MOON and is now going to be on Dancing with the Stars. AMAZING. I love that someone who has led such an incredible life can still be up for some fun.