Checking out digg.com I stumbled upon a little speech. A speech that we never got to hear because he was only going to read it if Niel Armstrong and the boys didn't make it to moon, if they crashed onto the surface or couldn't get out of there for some reason.
The speech writer named William Safire wrote this short but beautiful speach, I am taking the liberty of highlighting the bits that I like the most, it's my fucking blog after all.
"Fate has ordained that the men who went to the moon to explore in peace will stay on the moon to rest in peace.
These brave men, Neil Armstrong and Edwin Aldrin, know that there is no hope for their recovery. But they also know that there is hope for mankind in their sacrifice.
These two men are laying down their lives in mankind's most noble goal: the search for truth and understanding.
They will be mourned by their families and friends; they will be mourned by their nation; they will be mourned by the people of the world; they will be mourned by a Mother Earth that dared send two of her sons into the unknown.
In their exploration, they stirred the people of the world to feel as one; in their sacrifice, they bind more tightly the brotherhood of man.
In ancient days, men looked at stars and saw their heroes in the constellations. In modern times, we do much the same, but our heroes are epic men of flesh and blood.
Others will follow, and surely find their way home. Man's search will not be denied. But these men were the first, and they will remain the foremost in our hearts.
For every human being who looks up at the moon in the nights to come will know that there is some corner of another world that is forever mankind."
Simply beautiful, on another note, I think he got a little influenced by one of Rupert Brook's poems "The Soldier". It's an amazing poem, I am not a type of person who roots the country I grew up in, so I don't care too much if something would happen to Sweden, or Turkey even less. I am more of a swede then anything, but this poem almost made me well upp and felt very brittish for some reason, so enjoy bitches.
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven."