posted on May, 5 2021 @ 08:08 PM
I got to meet a few of the astronauts. We worked on Fifty-one-Lima (the ill fated Challenger), and we worked for Morton Thiokol, indirectly. We made
the rocket booster stands to haul the sections by rail to FL. They interviewed every single person involved with every single part associated with
the Shuttle, both directly and indirectly. It was brutal. They wanted to know every single thing you touched, how you touched it, what you did, how
you handed it off, what your perception of what the next guy did to it, what your timeline was, how it was inspected, who inspected it, what
certifications they had, what certifications you had, who your uncle was, what he did, who he worked for...they just drilled everyone, for every
single scrap of info possible. It was incredible, and it was exhausting. And it went on for day, after day, after day, after day, and it went on
forever (so it seemed).
I always knew they would reconstruct every single shred of Challenger, piece by piece, no matter how long it took. And, they did! They picked up
almost every single piece of that vehicle off the sea floor. It's absolutely amazing.
Our role was just making the transport supports, all 3/4" stainless steel. I couldn't ever imagine how we could have been at fault, but EVERYONE was
at fault, and honestly, that's how the whole program worked. No one person was at fault, the whole team failed if the mission failed...and 51-L
failed, and it failed badly, and people died because of it. So...we ALL failed.
To work in the program, you had to believe that; it was "all-in", or nothing. That's what the program was. No matter how small a part you had, YOU
failed...my life is altered because of my work there. It will never be the same. I really don't think it will.