The FReeper Foxhole Profiles Virgil "Gus" Grissom - Sep. 6th, 2004

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Lieutenant Colonel
Virgil Ivan "Gus" Grissom
(1926-1967)

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Lieutenant Colonel Virgil Ivan "Gus" Grissom had been part of the U.S. manned space program since it began in 1959, having been selected as one of NASA's Original Seven Mercury Astronauts. His second space flight on Gemini III earned him the distinction of being the first man to fly in space twice. His hard work, drive, persistence and skills as a top notch test pilot and engineer had landed him the title of commander for the first Apollo flight. Yet for Grissom, Apollo I was to be just the beginning. He had been told privately that if all went well, he would be the first American to walk on the moon. Although Grissom already had stacked up a very impressive list of career accomplishments, being first on the moon would be the ultimate achievement for the man who grew up in a small town during the lean years of the Great Depression.

Astronaut Virgil Grissom dressed in alumized space suit.
September 15, 1964

Virgil Ivan Grissom was born on April 3, 1926 in Mitchell, Indiana, a tiny Midwestern community of about three thousand residents tucked away in the southern half of the state. Virgil was the eldest of Dennis and Cecile Grissom's four children, which included two brothers, Norman and Lowell and one sister, Wilma. Dennis Grissom managed to hold on to his job at the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad in spite of the numerous layoffs which were going on all around him. Although they were far from being wealthy, Mr. Grissom's twenty-four dollar per week salary allowed his family to live comfortably in their white frame house in town.

Although Grissom was too short to participate in high school sports, he found a niche for himself in the local Boy Scout troop where he eventually served as leader of the Honor Guard. To earn spending money, he delivered newspapers twice a day throughout the year and, in the summer, he was hired by the local growers to pick peaches and cherries in the orchards outside of town.

Throughout high school, Virgil used a good portion of his money to take Betty Moore to the late shows at the local theater. He had first met her during his sophomore year and he immediately knew that she was the girl for him. "I met Betty Moore when she entered Mitchell High School as a freshman, and that was it, period, exclamation point! It was a quiet romance, as far as anyone could see, but a special closeness started then and has developed into something light years beyond the power of mere words to describe."


Virgil "Gus" Grissom, the third human in space, nearly drowned when the hatch on the Liberty Bell 7 popped open too early.

Grissom was, in his own words "not much of a whiz in school". Without having set specific goals for himself, he simply seemed to drift through his classes. He excelled in math, but only pulled average grades in his other subjects. His high school principal remembered him as "an average solid citizen who studied just about enough to get a diploma".

However, World War II helped Grissom start forming some personal and career goals. He enlisted as an aviation cadet as a high school senior and reported for duty in August 1944 following graduation. He took a short leave during July 1945 to marry Betty Moore and returned to the base with high hopes of receiving flight instructions and flying combat missions. However, Japan surrendered a short time later and the war ended before he could receive his training. Grissom found himself going from one routine desk job to another. Knowing that he had joined the Air Force to fly and not to type, he decided to leave the service. His discharge came through in November 1945.

Grissom soon realized that his limited military career was going to get him nowhere. Eventually, he found a job at Carpenter's Bus Body Works. However, he knew that he did not want to spend the rest of his life installing doors on school buses in Mitchell, Indiana. Therefore, he set another goal for himself. He would earn a bachelor's degree in mechanical engineering from Purdue University.


Astronaut Virgil Grissom standing beside F-102 on the flight line

While Gus attended classes during the day, Betty worked as a long distance operator. After class, Gus worked thirty hours a week flipping burgers at a local diner. Their combined incomes plus a small grant from the GI Bill financed the cost of his education and their "pint-sized apartment near the campus". After three and one half years of study, Grissom graduated in 1950 with a BS in mechanical engineering. Many years later, Gus still was quick to give credit to Betty, for "she had made my degree possible".

After graduation, Gus made several half-hearted attempts to find employment. At one point, he considered accepting a mechanical engineering position at a brewery. However, because his heart was set on becoming a test pilot, he re-enlisted in the Air Force, finished air cadet training and won his wings.


Sam Simmermaker interviewing Gus Grissom in this early 1960's photograph.

Less than one year later, Grissom was shipped out to Korea to complete one hundred combat missions with the 334th Fighter-Interceptor Squadron. He ignored the tradition of naming a jet after one's wife or girlfriend and chose to fly his F- 86 Sabre jet with the name "Scotty" boldly printed on it in honor of his son who had been born the year before. Another code of conduct existed on the bus ride which transported pilots from the barracks to the flight line. Pilots who personally had been shot at by a MIG were allowed to sit. Those who had not yet experienced a real piece of the action were unworthy of a seat and forced to stand. After only two missions, Gus took a seat on the bus. His first experience of being shot at came as a bit of a surprise. "I was flying along up there and it was kind of strange. For a moment I couldn't figure out what those little red things were going by. Then I realized I was being shot at." Grissom "usually flew wing position in combat, to protect the flanks of other pilots and keep an eye open for any MIGs that might be coming across". He was proud to be able to say, "I never did get hit and neither did any of the leaders that I flew wing for". After spending six months in Korea, Gus reached the one hundred combat missions mark. His request to fly twenty-five additional missions was denied and he was sent back to the states, having earned both the Air Medal with cluster and the Distinguished Flying Cross during his tour of duty.


Astronaut Virgil I. "Gus" Grissom in Gemini capsule, circa 1965.

The next few years brought a variety of assignments and changes for Grissom. He served as a flight instructor for new cadets, a task which Gus soon learned could be even more dangerous than the combat missions he had flown in Korea. "At least you know what a MIG is going to do. Some of these kids were pretty green and careless sometimes, and you had to think fast and act cool or they could kill both of you."

The family of three became a family of four when a second son, Mark arrived in 1953. In addition to his duties as an instructor, Grissom spent as much time as he could racking up extra flight hours and honing his flying skills. He "gained the reputation among his peers as one of the best jet jockies in the business". Finally, after receiving additional instruction at the Institute of Technology at Wright-Patterson AFB, Grissom attended test pilot school at Edwards AFB. He received his test pilot credentials in 1957 and was transferred back to Wright-Patterson, where he specialized in testing new jet fighters. "This was what I wanted all along, and when I finished my studies and began the job of testing jet aircraft, well, there wasn't a happier pilot in the Air Force."


Gus Grissom at Bakalar Air Force Base being greeted by John Hoff. In back of Gus's T-33 jet were Christmas presents.

Then, out of the blue, Grissom received an official teletype message instructing him to report to an address in Washington, D.C. wearing civilian clothes. The message was classified "Top Secret" and Grissom was not to discuss its contents with anyone. "Well, in the Air Force you get some weird orders, but you obey them, no matter what. On the appointed day, wearing my best civilian suit, and still as baffled as ever, I turned up at the Washington address I'd been given... I was convinced that somehow or other I had wandered right into the middle of a James Bond novel." Nonetheless, as bizarre and surreal as the order might have seemed at the time, it would change Grissom's life completely.

Grissom discovered that he was one of 110 military test pilots whose credentials had earned them an invitation to learn more about the space program in general and Project Mercury in particular. Gus liked the sound of the program but knew that competition for the final spots would be fierce. "I did not think my chances were very big when I saw some of the other men who were competing for the team. They were a good group, and I had a lot of respect for them. But I decided to give it the old school try and to take some of NASA's tests."

Taking some of NASA's tests turned out to be more of an ordeal than Grissom could have imagined. He was sent to the Lovelace Clinic and Wright-Patterson AFB to receive extensive physical examinations and to submit to a battery of psychological tests. Grissom was nearly disqualified when doctors discovered that he suffered from hay fever. Without missing a beat, Grissom informed them that his allergies would not be a problem because "there won't be any ragweed pollen in space". Since no one could argue that point, they passed him on to the next series of tests.


Grissom family together after the Gemini 4 mission

Grissom was pleased with his performance in all but one of the physical tests. "I was real disappointed in myself, and I thought that I should have done better" on the treadmill test. Like most of his colleagues, Grissom had an intense dislike and distrust of the psychological exams. It simply did not seem logical to him for grown men to be asked who they perceived themselves to be or what hidden figures or meanings they saw lurking in random blots of ink or blank sheets of paper. "I tried not to give the headshrinkers anything more than they were actually asking for. At least, I played it cool and tried not to talk myself into a hole. I did not have the slightest idea what they were trying to prove, but I tried to be honest with them...without getting carried away and elaborating too much."

The number of test pilots had dwindled steadily since the initial invitation to Washington had been issued. Finally, seven were chosen. On April 13, 1959, Air Force Captain Virgil Grissom received official word that he had been selected as one of the seven Project Mercury astronauts. Six others received the same notification:

Lieutenant Malcolm Scott Carpenter, U.S. Navy
Captain LeRoy Gordon Cooper, Jr., U.S. Air Force
Lieutenant Colonel John Herschel Glenn, Jr., U.S. Marine Corps
Lieutenant Commander Walter Marty Schirra, Jr., U.S. Navy
Lieutenant Commander Alan Bartlett Shepard, Jr., U.S. Navy
Captain Donald Kent Slayton, U.S. Air Force


Paresev was a design for a Gemini spacecraft recovery method that offered more control than the big cargo 'chutes then in use-it was steerable. First flown in the early '60s, the idea proved impractical-it would be heavier & harder to stow than parachutes-but it did provide inspiration for the hang-gliding & ultralight aircraft movements. 2 pilots who flew Paresev pose in 1962 with Paresev 1-A: Mercury astronaut Gus Grissom & test pilot Milt Thompson.

"After I had made the grade, I would lie in bed once in a while at night and think of the capsule and the booster and ask myself, 'Now what in hell do you want to get up on that thing for?' I wondered about this especially when I thought about Betty and the two boys. But I knew the answer: We all like to be respected in our fields. I happened to be a career officer in the military and, I think, a deeply patriotic one. If my country decided that I was one of the better qualified people for this new mission, then I was proud and happy to help out." Having made the decision to accept NASA's invitation to join Project Mercury, Grissom moved his family to Langley AFB, Virginia and considered himself a very fortunate man to be participating in such a "weird, wonderful enterprise".

[Tax-chick]

Anoreth is 13-1/2. She's pretty cranky, but compared to other girls at 13 (me, for instance) she's not too bad. My mother regularly says, "She really reminds me of you ..."

[SAMWolf]

Thanks Snippy.

[SAMWolf]

Your dad was in Blimps?? Cool!!!

[SAMWolf]

Ahh...I see the screw-up fairy has visited us again.

This one applied a lot to one place I worked.

[Valin]

I wonder if someone got confused and mixed up Mr. Rogers with Bob Keeshan Captain Kangaroo. He was in the Marines in WWII.

[Professional Engineer]

1976 Russian pilot defects to Japan in a Mig 25 jet

Victor Belenko. In the late 80's ,I was on weekend duty when word came of a VIP flying into the base, needing his T-38 refueled ASAP. I was waiting at the transient alert ramp when he came in. I was able to see him, but didn't get to meet him. ;-(

[Professional Engineer]

Hiya Sam

[Professional Engineer]

Howdy ma'am

[Valin]

Cool!

[Professional Engineer]

#86

Another story I had forgotten about. Darn, I've gotta get this stuff written down!

[alfa6]

Greeting Tax-chic, did you dad ever mention the blimp with the metal skin? Many Moon ago read about this one off critter. I seem to recall that the designation was 1-ZN or maybe ZN-1.

Have played around on Google some but no luck, yet.

Regards

alfa6 ;>}

[SAMWolf]

Another story I had forgotten about. Darn, I've gotta get this stuff written down!

It's amazing what you remember when your memory gets jogged, isn't it?

[snippy_about_it]

See, told ya so! Write this stuff down somewhere. :-)

[snippy_about_it]

You are correct that Bob Keeshan was a Marine and that there are lots of rumors out there.

Besides the Mr. Rogers rumor, there is a rumor about Lee Marvin and Bob Keeshan at Iwo Jima receiving the Navy Cross.

We know Rogers never served.

As for the other two, the truth is both Marvin and Keeshan were Marines. Neither were at Iwo Jima. Neither received the Navy Cross.

From what I've found, Captain Kangaroo signed up too late to see action and Marvin was in the Pacific, hurt in Saipan and received the Purple Heart.

Of course without further research even I could be wrong.

:-)

[tomball]

Good Evening, Foxhole

Great space thread.  Hope everyone's Labor Day was a good one.

 

[snippy_about_it]

Thanks tomball. It was very restive.

[SAMWolf]

Evening tomball.

Had a busy Labor Day. I thought it was supposed to be a day off. ;-)

[PhilDragoo]

Victor Belenko voted U.S. citizen by unanimous Congress

Viktor BELENKO

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Grissom feels America forgot 1st NASA tragedy

Unlike Challenger and Columbia, NASA swept Apollo 1 deaths in 1967 aside, widow says.

By Mary Beth Schneider

The Indianapolis Star

Published: February 2, 2003

Betty Grissom has a wish for the families of space shuttle Columbia's lost crew.

She hopes they get answers.

She hopes that someday they know what happened.

Because on Jan. 27, 1967, her husband, Hoosier Virgil I. "Gus" Grissom, and two other astronauts were killed when a deadly fire swept their command module as they trained for what would have been the first Apollo space mission.

"I've waited 35 years for somebody to come by my home and explain to me about the Apollo 1 fire," Grissom said. "I'm still waiting."

Saturday was a hard day for Grissom. Everyone in America, and in many corners of the world, was grieving for the seven crew members killed in the Columbia disaster. She is one of the few who knows just how the pain feels.

"Right now, my sympathies go to the families. Hopefully, NASA will do a better job of keeping them informed. It doesn't pay to be first."

Just as Gus Grissom was among the first astronauts to risk his life, Betty Grissom was among the first to know the price those risks entail.

Betty Grissom and her two sons, then 16 and 13, were in Houston, not at Cape Canaveral, in 1967 as Gus Grissom prepared for his mission. On Jan. 27, 1967, things went horribly wrong.

To Betty Grissom, so did what happened afterward.

Unlike Jan. 28, 1986, when space shuttle Challenger exploded, the survivors of the Apollo 1 tragedy weren't wrapped in the embrace of a nation.

Almost from the moment the family left Arlington National Cemetery, where Grissom is buried, "we were cut off," his widow said. "I never heard from anybody."

Saturday, an emotional President Bush called the families of the Columbia from the Oval Office, telling them, "I wish I was there to hug and cry and comfort you right now."

But in 1967, there was no comforting phone call from President Lyndon B. Johnson. No offers of counseling. No funds created to put her boys through college.

They went, all right. Both Scott and Mark followed their dad's footsteps to Purdue University, and both became pilots. But it took a lawsuit against NASA to get the money that paid those bills; she received a $350,000 settlement, 40 percent of which went to attorneys.

NASA's attitude, Grissom said, was to talk as little as possible about the disaster, in hopes the public would just forget about it and any hint of controversy would fade away. Officials even stopped referring to her husband's mission by its rightful name, Apollo 1, and called it "204" instead.

"It's because if you say 204, nobody knows what you're talking about."

It hurts Grissom and her sons that Apollo 1 is so forgotten. Last week, they held a memorial service at Pad 34 at the Kennedy Space Center in Florida, the place where Grissom and fellow astronauts Edward White and Roger Chaffee died.

It went unnoticed by almost everyone, including the media. The next day, though, the 17th anniversary of the Challenger tragedy got the attention that they didn't.

Scott Grissom, now a pilot for Federal Express whose own dreams of becoming an astronaut were cut short by imperfect eyesight, was riveted by Saturday's news like most Americans.

"We feel terrible for the families. We've been there and done that," Scott Grissom said. "An accident like this is devastating to thousands of people. The whole effort to get one of these things in space and back -- lots of people have their hearts and soul in it."

His dad did, he said, and he knows his father would want the space program to go on.

"I think that my father pretty much captured it when he said that the exploration of space is worth the risk of life."

Grissom is less certain. "We were the ones that got left behind."

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A pure oxygen environment with a thousand electrical components, cold o-rings, "greener" lox insulation--

And John Glenn who protected Clinton's Chinagate treason was rewarded with a space ride.

There is no upper limit on temperature. The center of the sun is 18,000,000 degrees Centigrade.

Clinton, Glenn and Kerry to the center of the sun in Jules Verne's Karmic Rocketry Illustrated.

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[SAMWolf]

Evening Phil Dragoo

"I've waited 35 years for somebody to come by my home and explain to me about the Apollo 1 fire," Grissom said. "I'm still waiting."

A pure oxygen environment with a thousand electrical components, cold o-rings, "greener" lox insulation--

And John Glenn who protected Clinton's Chinagate treason was rewarded with a space ride.

Sometimes our government and the bureaucracy it's created drive me up a wall.

Where's Godzilla when you really need him?

[snippy_about_it]

Thank you Phil for the story on Mrs. Grissom, very tragic.

All the names in your post, Johnson, Glenn, Clinton, Kerry (spit).

All of them in politics for all the wrong reasons.