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I remember the day well. Neighbors were all in their back yards here on the west central Gulf coast of Florida, because occasionally we could see blast-offs from Canaveral during the day, although it usually was just a sighting of white smoke ascending. During night lift-offs, we could see more red, flaming ascensions.

Someone shouted to go inside to watch our TVs....and we raced in to see something was horribly wrong. You know the rest of the story.

We went outside in the yard again and craned our heads upwards. It was an eerie sight in the bright Florida sunshine. Black smokey things of different shapes were falling down from WAY up there. Scores of white feathery contrails coiled downward for what seemed like an eternity. We watched till the sky was clear and our necks ached....and back we went to watch the somber aftermath on TV.

What a day....and solemn remembrances to the valiant American warriors who perished on that January 28th, 1986, twenty-nine years ago today.

"And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high, untrespassed sanctity of space
Put out my hand and touched the face of God"

Leni

Good evening. I'm always glad to see your moniker.

The CEO and I were going to lunch and heard it on the radio (WRVA in Richmond). Had to verify it with a friend at NASA, then I felt sick.

5.56mm

29 years ago, can’t believe it!

Sad day!!

We could never see lift-offs from South Florida, but we were glued to the TV, unfortunately, may their souls R,I.P!!!