Miles and miles and miles.

Unfortunately, the suit is so stiff, I can't do this with two hands, but I'm going to try a little sand-trap shot here.

I woke up an hour before I was supposed to, and started going over the mental checklist: where do I go from here, what do I do? I don't remember eating anything at all, just going through the physical, getting into the suit. We practiced that so much, it was all rote.

I think about the personal accomplishment, but there's more of a sense of the grand achievement by all the people who could put this man on the moon.

I think all of us certainly believed the statistics which said that probably 88% chance of mission success and maybe 96% chance of survival. And we were willing to take those odds.

We also knew it would be difficult, because of the financial condition of the family, for me to go to college.

We need a continuing presence in space.