The Moment John Glenn Rides Toward The Moon & What Happened

This is a short clip from my four hour television series produced for Turner Broadcasting titled MOONSHOT.

The moment when John Glenn ascended to the heavens on February 20, 1962, aboard the Atlas rocket was nothing short of electrifying and perilous, a testament to humanity’s bold reach for the stars. At 9:47 a.m. EST, the slender Atlas rocket stood poised on the pad at Cape Canaveral, its metallic surface shimmering in the morning sun. Vapor trails snaked around it like restless spirits, the cryogenic oxygen venting into the Florida air. The countdown crackled through radios: engineers, scientists, and Glenn himself—America's chosen astronaut—watched as history balanced on the edge of ignition.

The risks were staggering. The Atlas rocket, a modified intercontinental ballistic missile, had a checkered record. Of the previous 13 unmanned test flights, multiple had ended in fiery failures—explosions, structural collapses, and system malfunctions. Engineers at NASA referred to the Atlas in ominous terms, privately nicknaming it "the exploding cigar." Glenn was painfully aware of the dangers. A single faulty valve, a miscalculated trajectory, or an unforeseen mechanical failure could reduce the mission to a tragic headline.

As the engines roared to life, an immense plume of fire and smoke erupted, hurling Glenn skyward at a speed that defied human comprehension. Inside the cramped Friendship 7 capsule, Glenn lay flat on his back, encased in layers of equipment, his heart pounding as the G-forces gripped his body. The Earth fell away below him in a dazzling panorama of blues and whites—a view no American had ever seen.

NASA knew Glenn was about to face challenges that were as much theoretical as practical. Scientists had yet to determine if a human could truly function in the weightlessness of space for extended periods. Would his body fail? Would his mind succumb to confusion without gravity's anchoring presence? There were concerns about reentry—whether the heat shield, essential for protecting him from the 3,000-degree inferno of atmospheric friction, would hold. If it failed, Glenn would burn alive before touching Earth.

The mission was also fraught with Cold War urgency. The Soviets had already sent Yuri Gagarin into orbit. Glenn’s mission wasn’t just science—it was a declaration of American resolve.

Within NASA, the tension was palpable. The Mercury engineers, hardened by sleepless nights and relentless pressure, clustered around monitors. They watched telemetry readouts with hawk-like vigilance, knowing that even the smallest anomaly could spell catastrophe. Glenn’s calm, reassuring voice over the radio provided some comfort, but every second felt like a year.

For Glenn's family, gathered anxiously near Cape Canaveral, the launch was an agonizing blur of pride and terror. They knew what was at stake—not just for John, but for the nation that had placed its hopes on his courage.

As Friendship 7 finally pierced through the atmosphere, Glenn's words came through: "Zero-G and I feel fine." Relief washed over mission control, but it was fleeting. The mission had only begun.

When the rocket became a blazing streak across the Florida sky, it wasn’t just the roar of engines that reverberated—it was the sound of humanity taking a collective leap into the unknown.

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