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...Shotwell, "everybody started congratulating everybody. We knew we had done it. It was going like a bullet; nothing could stop it." To celebrate, the Atlas contractor, Convair, launched a bubbly champagne party at the nearby Starlite Motel, and the jubilant missilemen hoisted Operations Manager B. G. (for Byron Gordon) MacNabb (TIME, Dec. 30) on their shoulders and carried him around the room...
...hardbitten, respected, slave-driving bastard," B.G. MacNabb, so excited over the recently successful test firing of "Big Annie"? His sophomoric screams of delight remind me of the reaction of an inadequate coach when his outclassed team scores a surprise touchdown...
What a thrill, after twelve years, to see a once familiar face in TIME, Dec. 30. I knew Byron G. MacNabb when he was a lieutenant in the Navy and I was civilian secretary to the officer in charge of the armament test unit of the Navy's Patuxent River station. We were both in the unit at the time they test fired the first rockets mounted on the underside of the wings of Navy planes-we couldn't have known we were spawning such a big girl as "Annie." I remember one occasion when they shot...
...splashed overhead. At last the red warning light blinked, and the workers cleared the area. The 40-man firing team had long since begun operations 750 ft. away in a sand-covered concrete blockhouse. A mile away, on the roof of a hangar, stood B. G. (for Byron Gordon) MacNabb, hardbitten, respected ("I'm just a slave-driving bastard") operations manager for Convair, Big Annie's builder. Tuned with a headset to the countdown, MacNabb relayed the information to a teletype operator below, who in turn flashed it to Convair's San Diego headquarters...
...Annie lifted off smoothly, her twin orange exhaust tails bright against the overcast. Up she shot, straight into the first cloud layer at 3,000 ft. as the shock wave, like a thousand backfires, rumbled up the beach and welled over the spectators. MacNabb roared into his headset: "She's still going! She's still going! She's out of sight, and she's still going!" Bursting through the low clouds, Big Annie flashed into view again for a second or two, then bored into the clouds at 8,000 ft., her course true, her engines...