Mercury Astronaut Scott Carpenter Dies At 88
schwit1 writes "M. Scott Carpenter, whose flight into space in 1962 as the second American to orbit the Earth was marred by technical glitches and ended with the nation waiting anxiously to see if he had survived a landing far from the target site, died on Thursday in Denver. He was 88 and one of the last two surviving astronauts of America's original space program, Project Mercury." NASA has a nice biography of Carpenter, too, and scottcarpenter.com has much more besides.
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The run-on sentence in the summary makes it hard not to read it like he's been missing since 1962 and just now found.
Your famous landing on Mercury will never be forgotten, Mr. Carpenter.
Nobody. The summary is wrong; Glenn is the last.
Everything is better with chainsaws.
Misread the article. It's just Glenn now, the last of the Original Seven human astronauts.
God speed Sir. Thank you for your service.
If you have Netflix streaming (or want to go through some hassle), check out When We Left Earth: The NASA Missions. Absolutely fantastic documentary on the space race and the way I recently learned about his landing. For reasons outside my control, I was not alive until many years later.
I totally get the conspiracy theories about a fake moon landing. I know we did it. But looking up at the moon, it's hard to believe it.
He was 88 and one of the last two surviving astronauts of America's original space program
The summary was correct, just poorly written. He was one of the two surviving.
Thank you! You are truly a friend and a cosmonaut!
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Basically, this guy flew into space in something the size of a VW Beetle.
Think about that.
No guts.
No glory.
He had both.
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The other men in space in the sixties were "Cosmonauts."
oops...That should have read The other men AND WOMAN in space in the sixties were "Cosmonauts."
It is a sad reminder to me how sands of time remain in my own hour glass. I am entering the stage where it seems everyone I looked up to or work/arts I enjoyed has passed.