I looked up from the letter that had arrived in the mail and blinked back tears. My son had not made it. They didn’t have enough oxygen and the crew thought it would be better to die quick instead of slow. They had exploded that ship. I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair. Images flew behind my eyelids until it settled on my Grandfather.
He was sent to Mars because German scientists thought they found a type of bacteria that could cure cancer. He had only told me the story once, but I never forgot.
The Britain made the ship and we crazy Americans flew it. Grandfather was the pilot and the one to get the samples. He had an engineer with him too, but on the day before the flight, his partner caught swine flu and couldn’t go. Grandfather had shook his head told me he'd said he was going whether they wanted him to or not.
His brother, only ten, had heart cancer and had an estimated week left…enough time for Grandf