Bruno was in attendance at the command center for the German Reich's National Space Agency.
The cosmic travelers had sat in their landing module for days, drifting towards the moon. Feedback flowing back to the Earth as millions around the Reich, and potentially the world watched mankind's largest ambition unfold before their very eyes.
For those without access to television in less developed nations, they had to listen to the radio, or simply read about it in the paper the next day.
But for Bruno, he received as close to a front row seat as one possibly could. The command center was in uproar, men at every station preparing for the landing as the module entered the moon's orbit and slowly began to descend.
Erwin stood, leaning against the railing as his hands gripped it with greater intensity as each second passed.
