Interesting, informative, humbling reading through and through. Because, fate is a strange thing. It doesn't give a fresh fig for our plans, predispositions, our glorious potentials. It, seemingly, gives and takes like wild animal you're desperately trying to domesticate and put under some control, only to realize you can just helplessly watch how it cuddles you and purrs under your feet one day, and bites you in the ass the other.
It's not the thing to be played with, that's for sure. That's why we should pay some respect to people who had audacity to do so, if only for the reason they've never outgrown their boyish dreams of flying and greatness. They never did, or even attempt, what the rest of us do: failing the attempt to control the uncontrollable, we become docile citizens, doing secure, sometimes menial jobs.
Nope. These brave men couldn't settle for less but trying to reach that big ball of silver smiling at us from the above at night. I'm especially touched by the circumstances around Ed Giwens and his family, who never got all the due credits from their own country for stupid beaurocratic reasons. Knowing how important the recognition of one's life is to the closure for those who stay behind, it rips my heart. It moved me so much that I searched everything I could on the internet to find out more about him, as well as picture of his grave.
The treatment of Russian astronauts by the hideous communist regime was even more brutal. The commies never seemed to have realized they made a switch from Leika to human space travelers at some point.
The Amazon blurb of this book nicely lists the names of fallen astronauts. No doubt I'll be referring to it time and again, as a reminder.
Thank you all, fallen astronauts!