"That's trouble of some kind."
I was 24 years old, sitting in my office at St. Margaret's when somebody poked her head in the door and said the Space Shuttle exploded. The image that popped into my head was an explosion on the pad. The only access to news I had was the radio in the mail room down the hall; I didn't see any video until I got home. It was heartbreaking. I didn't sleep for several days.
I wonder if he withheld the video because he didn't want any notoriety; maybe he just didn't want to be asked about it or interviewed and so waited until he knew he would be gone.