We gathered round the TV tonight to watch Israel land on the moon. We learned quickly how to read the numbers, keeping track of trajectory, speed, distance… Loved the selfie just beyond the moon’s surface – with a sign saying the Jewish nation is alive and well. Sort of a mantra for us all.
And then the main engine failed and all was lost. The numbers froze on the screen, it was too close to the surface, even to our amateur eyes. Stunned silence, a tear I must admit, a held breath. We are still the seventh country, apparently, to reach the moon – they call it a hard-landing rather than a soft one. Our Prime Minister practically vowed to fund the next effort, with the SPACE IL scientists giving it two more years.
We’ll be back, better than before. We’ll count down again together, God willing. We will continue to celebrate the achievements of this young, determined nation. Russia, the US, China,… a list of size and wealth that we cannot rival. Our President Rivlin told the kids gathered to watch this historic mission with him, to keep achieving.
It was indeed a landing – hard, not soft. New words in our lexicon to describe what was, what could have been, and what we’re determined to improve. Meanwhile, our neighbors pack explosives into homemade rockets and shoot to kill. We will continue to build rockets and shoot for the moon.
Take that, world.
I’m proud of our crash landing.