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I just don’t remember being afraid. Apprehensive is something different. Before every single flight—and I flew four times—before every single flight I would lay there in my seat, just with stuff in your stomach, because there was so much to do that you just didn’t want to do something wrong and put the crew in jeopardy. So, that bothered me. You work your way through it, but to say that it was a piece of cake—for some people it was, or for some people it may have been, but never for me. I worked really hard every flight.
Charles Bolden Carolinian
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Oral history interview by Sandra Johnson, Houston, Texas, 6 January 2004; NASA Johnson Space Center Oral History Project
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