As This Atlas Missile Raised Off The Launching Pad, Frost From The Skin Of The Missile Filled The Air. In A Cloud Of Steam, This Sleek Bride Rose Up And Up, Finally Disappearing Into The Overcast. After The Roar Of The Blast-Off Had Quit Ringing In Our Ears, We Went Back To The Control House To Learn That The Missile Had Landed In The Vicinity Of Wake Island...Some 5,000 Miles West!.