re: #107 plansbandc

The brass astronauts have. I’ve always been in awe.

“You want me to sit on top of 3 million pounds of high explosives, breathing pure oxygen that could burn me alive, until the whole pile yeets me, 2 other guys, and 3 million more pounds of aircraft-grade aluminum and titanium into the cold hard vacuum of outer space, to the moon, and back again… Where do I sign up?”