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Inside their sterile quarantine trailer, the astronauts donned their NASA jumpsuits for their meeting with the president. (NASA)

The president was grinning widely and through the glass his amplified words told them, “Neil, Buzz, and Mike, I want you to know that I think I’m the luckiest man in the world. I say this not only because I have the honor of being the president of the United States, but particularly because I have the privilege of speaking for so many in welcoming you back to Earth.… I could tell you about all the messages we have received in Washington,” he said, and he did! He told them about the more than one hundred from foreign governments and their leaders who wanted them to come and visit. He told them about the millions of well-wishers. He continued saying just how proud everyone in America was of them, and then President Nixon smiled even wider.

I called, in my view, three of the greatest ladies and most courageous ladies in the world today, your wives. And from Jan and Joan and Pat, I bring their love and their congratulations.… I made a date with them. I invited them to dinner on the thirteenth of August, right after you come out of quarantine. It will be a state dinner held in Los Angeles. The governors of all the fifty states will be there, the ambassadors, others from around the world and in America. And they told me that you would come, too. And all I want to know—will you come? We want to honor you then.

“We’ll do anything you say,” Neil told the president, following with a little banter. Then Mr. Nixon’s expression turned somber. “The eight days of
Apollo 11
,” he said with deep sincerity, “was the greatest week in the history of the world since the Creation.”

*   *   *

Moments later in the front yard of Neil and Janet’s home she thanked hundreds of friends, proud neighbors, and the media who had been there for most of Neil’s historic flight.

In Wapakoneta reporters wanted a statement from his parents. His mother Viola would only say, “Praise God from whom all blessings flow.”

The president left the
Hornet
and the celebration subsided with the carrier getting under way for Honolulu.
Apollo 11
’s crew finally relaxed. The doctors drew blood and bodily fluids, and probed and kneaded muscles and flesh and bone, examining the moon visitors for any problems. When the medics were through Neil, Mike, and Buzz enjoyed some libations and great navy chow before collapsing into soft beds and real pillows. They slept solidly for nine hours.

*   *   *

Two days later they entered Pearl Harbor where thousands more cheered, more bands played, and more flags waved along with a broomstick on the
Hornet
’s mast signifying a clean sweep.

The worst part of Neil, Mike, and Buzz’s brief Hawaiian stopover was going through customs. The best part was seeing their wives, even if it was only through the glass of their quarantine trailer.

The wives do Hawaii while the husbands wait. (NASA)

They were only in Pearl long enough for their quarantine trailer to be placed on a flatbed truck and driven slowly to nearby Hickam Field where their sterile unit was loaded into the cargo bay of a C-141 Starlifter transport for the long flight to Houston. Even though they were still confined to a small space, the crew was grateful for the additional room where they had a shower and hot food—even a cocktail hour with time to write down their thoughts and memories from their visit to the Sea of Tranquility.

They didn’t reach Houston until after midnight but the crowds were still there. Thousands refused to go home. They cheered and screamed and waved at the trailer as it was placed on a flatbed truck again. And again there were more speeches and welcomes with the crew happiest to see their families.

Janet, Rick, and Mark spoke to Neil through the glass on a special phone hookup with his sons telling him how proud they were of their father, how glad they were to have him back. Mark proudly showed him his “all new” healed finger while Rick got in a little baseball talk. Their mother reminded the boys she had first dibs on their father—something about a “Honey Do List.”

Sometime after 1:30
A.M.
, the astronauts’ flatbed began to roll, but driving the truck with their sterile trailer wasn’t all that easy. Even two hours after midnight along the way to the Manned Spacecraft Center people were still crowding the roadways. They were hollering and waving and trying to touch the astronauts’ trailer. But the driver pushed on, made his way to the lunar receiving laboratory (LRL) where
Apollo 11
’s astronauts would spend 21 days in quarantine. That was the bad part. The good part was that inside they had a lab equipped with special air-conditioning, and a wide screen to view the latest Hollywood movies.

Mike, Buzz, and Neil found their quarantine trailer nice, especially the comfort and libations. (NASA)

The lunar receiving laboratory was safe, secure, and its quiet was most appreciated by Neil. It had a population of three astronauts, two cooks, a NASA spokesperson, a doctor who was a lab specialist, and most important, a janitor.

The LRL was big enough for all. Neil kept in touch by phone, especially with Janet and the boys. Then there was his first call to his mother.

“Hello, Mom, this is Neil,” he said with a feel-good voice.

“Oh, honey, how are you?” she cried with happiness.

“Oh, I’m just fine. All three of us are great—none of us got sick, Mom.”

“Thank the Lord,” she first said before asking her son about the moon. “You said it was pretty up there, honey, was it?”

“Yes, it was fantastically beautiful, Mom, but I got covered with dust. I can’t get it off. I got it all over my nice white spacesuit. I can’t brush it off—nothing will clean it, Mom.”

“That’s okay, honey, you bring it home,” she told him. “Mom’ll clean it for you.”

Neil laughed softly. He loved putting his mom on. He couldn’t tell her the Smithsonian already had what he wore for his walk on the lunar surface.

“I’m sorry Daddy isn’t here, honey,” she continued. “He just left for the farm. He’ll be so sorry he missed your call.”

“Tell him we’re okay, Mom. Tell him I’ll be seeing all of you pretty soon. And Mom,” he spoke with tenderness, “take care of yourself and be careful. You’re still my favorite girl. I love you.”

Neil hung up happy and satisfied. He loved his family, the ones who nurtured him to full growth. Nothing relaxed him more than talking with his mom. Going to the moon was great, but it was also great to be back.

*   *   *

About the only time there was tension among the crew during quarantine was during a debriefing about seeing distant flashing lights in space. All three had seen the lights when they were outbound and their comments had crazed UFO buffs.

Apollo 11
’s crew in one of its many debriefings. (NASA)

Now here in quarantine the conversation reached a fever pitch. You would have thought some were suggesting a UFO was following
Apollo 11
to the moon. Neil became annoyed.

“From the beginning I felt there was an explanation,” he told me. “We were looking back at lights that steadily flashed—natural lights or human made it seemed to me, and we just didn’t have the facts. I thought we had an obligation not to start some Hollywood frenzy about us being watched and followed by aliens.”

Neil’s analyses of the incident proved to be correct.

I had earlier learned a top-secret and sensitive American photographic reconnaissance satellite had failed and was tumbling out of control. With each tumble it sent out a reflection from sunrays giving the appearance of flashing lights. My source was solid and he only told me with the promise I would not report it. At the time it could have damaged the country’s reconnaissance efforts severely.

The only UFO
Apollo 11
’s astronauts were seeing as Neil had suspected had been built here on Earth—one they could not identify, and when I told him, he laughed and said, “Well, what the hell, isn’t that what a UFO is—an unidentified flying object?”

As always Neil was right on target.

*   *   *

If anyone was concerned about what happened to the lunar rocks and soil the
Apollo 11
crew brought back they needed only to be in the lunar receiving laboratory watching those standing outside a vacuum chamber dressed in hospital whites. They were geologists and one shoved his hands into a special, leak-proof set of arms attached on the other side of the wall in the vacuum chamber. He then placed his gloved hands on a silver box and opened the container. Inside were some of the moon rocks harvested by Neil and Buzz. They were still preserved in a 4.6-billion-year-old lunar vacuum and once removed amazed and startled geologists marveled at the charcoal-colored lumps and dust that one called, “burnt potatoes!” Now they were looking at a mystery.

It would be another three decades before computer models would tell them an infant Earth and moon were products of a solar system smashup. An incoming planetoid had gouged a great wound into our planet leaving it aflame in the hottest of fires and wracked with quakes.

A wounded Earth’s gravity grabbed the planetoid and dragged the nearly destroyed space traveler into an orbit around its surface where it recollected and repaired its wounds to become the moon we see today.

Most of the heaviest elements from the planetoid, especially its iron, remained deep inside the now-molten Earth, beginning a long settling motion to the core of our infant world. The impact sped up Earth to a full rotation once every 24 hours.

The geologists in the lunar receiving laboratory had no idea that they were looking at scorched soil from the twins that created our Earth-Moon system.

What they would soon learn from the materials brought back by
Apollo 11
and the landings that followed was that Earth and the moon are much alike, and lunar-orbiting spacecraft mapping the moon would cast aside their long belief that our lunar neighbor was without water.

Near the moon’s south pole is Aitken basin, one of the largest known impact craters. About 1,600 miles across—the equivalent of more than half the distance across the United States—the crater has some of the highest mountains in the solar system. Water has been detected there, but scientists believe water cannot persist on the moon’s surface. Sunlight quickly vaporizes it so it can only be found in cold, permanently shadowed craters like those located in Aitken.

If this were correct, then obviously Aitken’s shadowed lands with livable temperatures would be the perfect place for humans to establish a lunar colony with meteorite repelling domes. Their biggest problem would be keeping them filled with an Earth-like atmosphere.

*   *   *

The geologists studying
Apollo 11
’s moon rocks soon learned they had underestimated Neil Armstrong. He had honed his basic knowledge of science learned in classrooms and he was interested. He had studied their questions and had collected superb samples. In debriefings with the geologists he was full of detailed comments on what he had seen, and he made it clear a scientific observer should be part of future Apollo flights.

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