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Wernher von Braun

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If our intention had been merely to bring back a handful of soil and rocks from the lunar gravel pit and then forget the whole thing, we would certainly be history's biggest fools.
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Speech, 15 July 1969, quoted in "Of a Fire on the Moon", Norman Mailer 1970

 
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