moon. years as te, after astronaut, i felt panic. armstrong spoke for the first time. a good spot. area one found an side by craters, and the other a field. it was 150 feet about the size of a big house lot. satisfactory. and i was concerned about the fuel level. aldrin continued to carefully moderate the dissent in speed figures like a watch aboard a steamer. he said.down, 40 feet, eagle was kicking up a blinding dust storm, a sparkling grainy dust. a full minute elapsed since the warning. 0 feet from the surface, eagle began drifting back ward, which et off an alarm in armstrong's brain. the spot was good, not great. it was impossible to tell if the gloom oulders in behind them. he gunned forward a tad. were so thick, they virtually flying blind. houston crackled a terse fuel reminder, 30 seconds. waiting, then control lights in houston flashed indicating the four struts had made contact, though, whether soft contact or hard remained to be learned. eagle was at rest. was suddenly ust and inexplicably gone. moonstal clear view of the escape. armstrong later marvelled, the settle,