Riding Rockets - The Outrageous Tales of a Space Shuttle Astronaut by Mike Mullane

Author:Mike Mullane
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Autobiography, Technology & Engineering, Science, Science & Technology, Astronauts, General, United States, Aeronautics & Astronautics, Astrophysics & Space Science, Biography & Autobiography, Military, Biography
ISBN: 9780743276832
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Published: 2007-02-06T06:04:32.251637+00:00

Chapter 22

Coming to America

The next morning we prepared for reentry. We scrubbedDiscovery ’s walls and windows clean. An earlier crew had turned over a dirty vehicle to their ground team. Small bits of vomit, food, and drink had been found dried to the walls. This pigpen crew quickly became a joke on the astronaut grapevine. We weren’t about to let that happen to us. After nearly six days with six people locked inside,Discovery was soiled with the same flotsam but we polished her to a shine.

We followed the flight surgeon’s recommended protocol of consuming salt tablets and fluids. The excess liquid would increase our blood volume and help minimize the possibility of the reentry G-forces pulling blood from our brains and causing blackout. I also donned my anti-G suit as another defense against G-induced unconsciousness. The suit looked like cowboy chaps and was zipped over my legs and around my stomach. It contained air bladders that could be inflated to squeeze those body parts and restrict blood flow from the upper torso and head. I would later find out Judy did not put on her anti-G suit and suffered for the omission. After landing she was deathly pale, sweating profusely, and unable to stand from her seat for many minutes.

We closed our payload bay doors, strapped into our seats, and then flippedDiscovery backward so the thrust from the firing of her OMS engines would slow us down. The deorbit burn only braked us by several thousand miles per hour but that was enough to dip the low point of our orbit into the atmosphere. After the burn was complete, Hank maneuveredDiscovery into a nose-forward 40-degree upward tilt so that her belly heat shield was presented to the atmosphere.

Discoverywas now a 100-ton glider. She had no engines for atmospheric flight. We began the long fall toward Edwards AFB, California, twelve thousand miles distant. We were coming to America. On the way,Discovery would be enveloped in a 3,000-degree fireball and at the end of the glide Hank would get only one chance at landing. In spite of these daunting realities I didn’t fear reentry as I had feared ascent. There were no SSMEs or turbo-pumps to fail and endanger us, and reentry lacked the rock-and-roll violence of ascent. I shouldn’t have been so confident. There were still plenty of ways to die on reentry and landing. The STS-9 crew had almost found one with their hydrazine fire. In 1971, three cosmonauts were killed on reentry when their capsule sprang a leak. They had not been protected with pressure suits and their blood boiled inside their bodies. We were not wearing pressure suits, so a pressure leak would kill us in the same manner. Of course, none of us could see the future, but on February 1, 2003, the STS-107 crew would find death on reentry due to damage sustained toColumbia ’s left-wing heat shield. Foam had shed from the ET during launch and punched a hole in it.Discovery was flying with the identical heat shield and Mike and Hank had seen foam shedding from the tank during our ascent.

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