Imagine this. Your generation just got done laying the smackdown on some assholes in WW2, when some Commie shits start actin a fool in Russia and prompting some bullshit on the Korean Peninsula. So you and your boys go fight them there. Then while all this is happening, them Commie sonsofbitches yeet something up into low orbit. This...this is where our story begins.With the successful launch of Sputnik in 1957, and the Cold War definitely underway, the Space Race between the United States and the Soviet Union began to truly heat up. Fulfilling our natural inclinations to explore and discover, to push the boundaries of science and knowledge. But who would achieve the penultimate feat of science and exploration? That question would not be answered for nearly 12 years after Sputnik's launch.With the inauguration of President John F. Kennedy and his challenge to the nation in May of 1961 that we put a man on the moon before the end of the decade, we set to work. We...we as a nation bound by the idea that united, we were capable of amazing achievements.Men who'd fought, researched and worked through WW2 and Korea began the arduous mission of getting a man on the moon. Strapping themselves to 203,400 gallons of kerosene and 318,000 gallons of liquid oxygen, on July 16th, 1969 launched themselves skyward with one purpose in mind.It was on. We were going to fucking beat the Russians to the moon.Scientists from all different walks of life, despite the turmoil in our country collectively said,"Yo fuck Leonid Ilyich Brezhnev and all his Soviet biznitches."Then, in July, we strapped Neil Armstrong, Michael Collins, and Edwin "Buzz" Aldrin Jr. to a giant Saturn V rocket and said;"YEET THIS SHIT TO THE FOOKIN' MOON MAN!""LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEROOOOOY JENKINS" - Mission Control (probably)And so we did. Because we committed to do it.Over the course of these next several days, put yourself in the mind of the men and women of NASA and on the module. Shit took some big brains and big balls.