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The ground computers did the calculations, and then mission control verbally passed the numbers up to the astronauts. They in turn then manually entered this data into the computer, which in turn controled the automatic firing of the spacecraft's engines.
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Passing the numbers up from the ground, however, was hardly a simple task. Consider the list of numbers that Ken Mattingly now radioed to Frank Borman for mid-course correction number one: "Okay. Sixty-three thousand, one hundred and forty minus one sixty-three, plus one twenty-nine zero thirteen fifty-six forty-eight ninety-seven, minus zero zero five, ninety-nine, plus zero zero zero zero zero, plus four seven zero one six, one seventy-seven one forty-three zero zero zero November Alpha, plus zero zero one ninety-seven forty-seven zero twenty-five fifty-one four sixty-eight eighteen twelve twelve eighty-three two fifty-seven zero twenty-three."
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He took a breath, then continued. "Up two sixty-three, left seventeen, plus eleven ninety-five, minus one sixty-five zero zero one twenty-six eighty-three three fifty-six zero eight zero fifty forty-seven zero five, north stars, zero sixty-eight zero ninety-seven three fifty-six, no ullage."
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Borman, who was writing this litany down as he heard it, now repeated it back to Mattingly, confirming that he got it right. Later, Jim Lovell entered the numbers into the on-board computer, which would then be programmed to fire the rockets when scheduled.
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An hour later and eleven hours into the flight, the computer did exactly that. As commanded, the S.P.S. engine fired, burping for just over two seconds. Not only did this blast successfully prime the S.P.S. engine, it was so accurate that it made the next two course corrections unnecessary. Mission control decided that Apollo 8 could continue on its course to the moon, still three days away.
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Valerie Anders was practically a prisoner in her own home. The mob of reporters on her front lawn had grown so large that she didn't dare go outside. To her chagrin
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