Last Man on the Moon No
Ordinary Fellow
By Gay Waterbury
Eugene Cernan with Don
Davis
St. Martin’s Press, $24.95
On July 20, 1999, Americans celebrated the 30th
anniversary of astronaut Neil Armstrong’s "One small step for man, one
giant leap for mankind," when he became the first human to set foot on
the surface of the Moon. If you were alive and sentient at that historic
moment, you probably remember exactly where you were, whom you were with,
maybe even what you had for breakfast.
On December 13, 1972, just three and a half
years after Armstrong’s landing, the last man on the Moon climbed aboard
the lunar module to prepare for the return trip to Earth. Knowing that
Apollo 17 would be the last flight in the program, he had struggled with
the choice of words to mark his visit, "As I take these last steps from
the surface for some time to come, I’d just like to record that America’s
challenge of today has forged man’s destiny of tomorrow."
That man was Eugene Cernan, the last of a select
group of only 12 American men to walk on the Moon. In the memoir he has
written with Gunbarrel author Don Davis, Cernan tells a remarkable story
of what it was like to be a pioneer in the exploration of space. Like the
Moon itself, that story has both bright and dark sides.
Cernan proved he had "the right stuff" when
the third round of astronauts was chosen by NASA for the Gemini program.
He joined a "hypercompetitive fraternity, [in which you could] never, never,
never exhibit a shred of self-doubt."
It is not surprising then that many of the men
who vied for positions on the crews of the Gemini and Apollo missions had
astronomical egos. If Cernan struts his stuff with considerable swagger
at times, which he does, it explains how he accomplished what he did.
Cernan is particularly proud of his accomplishments
as a pilot, and he writes candidly of the NASA pilot-astronauts’ resentments
as more scientist-astronauts were recruited. Although he eventually concedes
that the scientists were valuable, his point concerning the crucial need
for top-notch piloting skills is well taken.
The race to the Moon was not made in baby steps,
but rather by giant leaps in experimental design and technology. Even with
vigorous training and preparation, astronauts were often confronted with
unanticipated problems, which needed considerable experience and quick
thinking to resolve.
Cernan’s work created strains on his family.
As an astronaut’s wife in the 1960’s, Cernan’s first wife Barbara had a
very different role than spouses today. "If you think going to the Moon
is hard," she once quipped to a reporter, "try staying home." Being "Mrs.
Astronaut" meant living and raising your children alone most of the time,
agonizing over your husband’s safety and "putting your own ego on the shelf
while the world worships your man."
One of his most poignant and revealing anecdotes
describes his desire to impress upon his daughter Tracy, then six, the
significance of his accomplishments in space. Her response was, "Daddy,
now that you’ve gone to the Moon, when are you going to take me camping
. . . like you promised?" It was a humbling moment.
Still, Cernan’s quest for the Moon was an obsession
that drove him, and he worked hard to earn his assignments. On Gemini 9
he became the first man to spacewalk around the world, and on Apollo 10,
he piloted the lunar module. Commanding Apollo 17 was his ticket to the
long-coveted moonwalk.
Along the way, he saw fellow astronauts die
in tragic accidents and witnessed some near misses. Although his descriptions
of those incidents are no less harrowing, he retained a sort of fearlessness
that kept him focused on his goal.
Don Davis has helped Cernan tell his story in
an organized yet exciting way. Cernan’s distinctive voice is at the heart
of the narrative, which is peppered with the kind of colorful language
that got him into some trouble after Apollo 10. According to Cernan, it’s
hard to keep your expressions tasteful when things are getting pretty hairy
in the cockpit. But there is also a true reverence for the wonders that
he, along with few others, has seen.
"There is no end," he observes. "It is
just too perfect and beautiful to have happened by accident. I can’t tell
you how or why it exists in this special way, only that it does, and I
know for certain because I have been out there and I have seen the endlessness
of space and time with my own eyes."
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