Never Forget Space Bat

BaconZombie

On March 15, 2009, during launch preparations for STS-119, a free-tailed bat, injured and frightened, latched on to the foam insulation of Space Shuttle Discovery's external propellant tank. His wing was broken and thus his life would soon end. But in a moment of bravery and ambition, his little claws buried deep into his foamy vessel, he became master of his own fate. He would not succumb to starvation or predation. No, he would soar into bat legend. He would touch the stars.
As Discovery's rockets roared to life, he held his ground, although he was certainly afraid. In his adrenaline-soaked brain he may have thought, "Can a bat still be brave if he's afraid?" I imagine he heard the answer echo, as though off the walls of his dark, cavernous home:
"That is the only time a bat can be brave."
Once the shuttle's rockets began pushing its massive frame toward the heavens, he turned his little eyes skyward. The shuttle gained speed, terrifying speed, and he knew he would soon slip the surly bonds of the Earth. His grip would eventually fail as Discovery sped faster than a bullet toward the inky, Stygian blackness of space. Although his small body was incinerated by the bright hellfire of the shuttle's exhaust, his legend will burn brighter.
We must never forget his shining example. We must never forget to be brave in the face of overwhelming adversity. We must never forget to strive every day to be more than we are. We must never forget the final, heroic flight of Space Bat. - Skycake /r/space

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