On this day, July 16th 1969, we were “GO” for launch – and at precisely 13:32 UTC, #Apollo11 lifted off from @NASAKennedy to transport three mortal Americans – Neil Armstrong, Michael Collins and myself – to the Moon. The hard work, dedication and focus across the entire @NASA… pic.twitter.com/FxBJtGn8Pl
— Dr. Buzz Aldrin (@TheRealBuzz) July 16, 2025
Every bit of the remnant of my little boy just ran out, jumped on my singray and did wheelies.






















My Cousin and I were members of a club whose name escapes me. We received models of the Mercury capsule, then the Gemini and finally the Apollo. Had great fun putting them together. We would lay down in the yard at night with our star charts.
Ah the space program! I wasn’t tech or science minded as a child but I followed it. I still have all the stamps the post office put out during those years.
I was just shy less than one month of my sixth birthday, when this launch occurred. When the time for the landing came, my mom wanted to go to bed as it was late – my dad said “let him stay up, this is historic” or something to that effect – I was five after all :-). I sat in front of our television mesmerized. Going to bed that night, I smiled as I saw my 3-foot-tall model of the Saturn V that I had in my room. How I wish I still had that!
When I was nine, Apollo 17 launched. My dad took me outside to watch it stage over our home in Florida since it was a night launch. I had previously watched Apollo 16 from my friend’s swimming pool, which was pretty cool.
From that moment on and all through elementary, middle and high school, I knew I wanted to be in the Air Force, fly as a pilot, and become an astronaut. The thrill of space has never left me over 50 years later. My Estes Saturn V is partially completed….I need to get that finished (upgraded of course, to 29 MM engines – I’m a missileer after all!
We remember
“Neil Armstrong and companions.”
Also known as Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, and the other guy.
Don’t forget the other guy, Michael Collins.
@amenamen: I have never forgotten Michael Collins.
Some time in the late 90’s, some 30 years after the Apollo 11 mission, my father mentioned that he had been watching a movie, starring Liam Neeson, about Michael Collins.
“The astronaut?” I asked eagerly.
“No! Not the astronaut!” my father replied indignantly.
(I knew more about the Apollo program than about 20th century Irish history.)