We are now so spineless, I will never see a man walk on Mars
Their fellow-pilots died in fires and crashes. They used sextants and slide-rules and bits of paper to navigate space, and when the Eagle finally landed, the Eagle was within seconds of running out of fuel.
The whole thing was so touch and go that it simply wouldn't be allowed today. The insurers wouldn't go near it. The risk assessments would be fatal to any such venture. The rockets would remain on the launch pad, choked and smothered by the lianas of health and safety.
The tragedy of our age is that the lawyer-ridden western world is 100 times more phobic and more paranoid than the generation that flew to the Moon.
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