what did you think of, Christa, as you waited waited for liftoff, and the last fourth of July? while a roman candle lay dormant at your back preparing to blaze into roaring, pulling power were your last thoughts of the class you would teach? of your husband, parents, children, standing somewhere on the Florida base? were your last thoughts of glory as you were lifted to inspect the heavens? or were your last thoughts of death -- nine miles down?
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