of people, Bill had taken the explorer's prerogative and put names to these craters and mountains. Three craters he named Grissom, White, and Chaffee. Others he named Kraft, Slayton, Low, Von Braun, and Shepard. Some he named Mercury, Apollo, Texas, and Washington.
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And shrewdly, he picked three distinct craters just on the edge of the farside's horizon, just out of sight of earth, to name Borman, Lovell, and Anders. Though the earth could never see these features directly, from his position in orbit Bill would be able to relay a television picture of them back to earth.
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Soon it was time for that first lunar telecast. The flight plan called for a televised press conference the moment they came out from behind the moon. After several minutes' effort to set up the television camera, the astronauts switched it on just as they regained contact with the earth. The picture showed a bright lunar surface silhouetted by the window frame.
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This was mostly Bill Anders's show. For the next eleven minutes he shifted the TV camera between two windows, describing to the world the landmarks that were slowly drifting past. Lovell studied the maps to help him identify the less well-known features, while Borman said nothing as he steered, using the hand controls to keep the spacecraft's nose pointed down so that the surface was visible in the windows.
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Ever so often Anders would add other details about the surface. ''The color of the moon looks a very whitish gray like dirty beach sand, and with lots of footprints in it."
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Once or twice Lovell added his own impression. "Don't these new craters look like pickaxes striking concrete, leaving a lot of fine haze dust?"
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Mostly, however, Anders let the picture speak for itself. He wanted the people on earth to experience what it was like to orbit the moon.
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Valerie watched and was disappointed at how bleak and splattered the moon looked. No jagged edges, she thought.
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Marilyn Lovell watched with growing wonder. She looked at that bleak, beaten lunar surface and thought, It's so vast; it's so empty . There was no life there. Nothing at all.
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Susan couldn't care less what the moon looked like. She just wanted Frank to succeed. Once again she closed her eyes and listened to their voices, trying to imagine herself in the capsule with him. She couldn't comprehend
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