Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
THE FIRST ONE By HERBERT D. KASTLE Illustrated by von Dongen [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Analog July 1961. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright hero...? one of the crew of the spaceship Washington , first to set Americans national interest, the fact that he was the First One, had made them any man who'd ever lived before. He wanted a meal at his own table, a friends and a relative or two. He didn't want to talk about the journey. He wanted to forget the immediacy, the urgency, the terror Or would he? For he had very little to tell. He had traveled and he had returned and his voyage was very much like the voyages of the great mariners, from Columbus onward—long, dull periods of time passing, wanted it to be as before. He was glad. He'd had enough of strangers. Not that he was through with their eyes dropped, they turned away, they began moving off. He was difference, and because of this difference he turned with urgency to So he put him down and told himself that it would all change, that everything would loosen up just as his commanding officer, General they need Carlisle had said his position was analogous to Columbus', to Vasco De Gama's, to Preshoff's when the Russian returned from the Moon—but more so. Carlisle had said lots of things, but even Carlisle who had worked with him all the way, who had engineered the entire fantastic journey—even Carlisle the Nobel prize winner, the multi-degreed genius in uniform, had not actually spoken to him as one man to another. "Pretty good." Edith said, "He made top forum the six-month period before vacation, and he made top forum the six-month period you went away, Hank." He nodded, remembering that, remembering everything, remembering the warmth of her farewell, the warmth of Ralphie's farewell, their tears as he left for the experimental flight station in the Aleutians. They had feared for him, having read of the many launchings gone wrong even in continent-to-continent experimental flight. They had been right to worry. He had suffered much after that blow-up. But now they should be rejoicing, because he had survived and made the long journey. Ralphie suddenly said, "I got to go, Dad. I promised Walt and pick up just where he'd left off. But they didn't expect it of him scars running in long lines, one dissecting his chest, the other slicing keep them from her until they were gone. Which was not what he'd considered at all important on leaving Walter he began to understand that there would be many things, previously man who had left home eleven months ago, with a love for family and friends which was, if anything, stronger than before. Once he could communicate this, the strangeness would disappear and the First One would again become good old Hank. It was little enough to ask for—a return to old values, old relationships, the normalcies of the backwash So there he was, Henry Devers, at home with the family. So there he was, the hero returned, waiting to be treated as a human being. "Still going like sixty. We'll sell out before—" At that point he looked at Hank, and Hank nodded encouragement, desperately interested in mumbled, "Soup's getting cold," and began to eat. His hand shook a little his ruddy face was not quite as ruddy as Hank remembered it. Garden Club, and Hank looked across the table to where she sat between slices of beef, the pink blood-juice oozing warmly from the center. He course," he said, his laugh sounding forced. Hank looked at Edith Edith was busy with her plate. Hank looked at Ralphie was busy with his plate. Hank looked at Joe chewing, gazing out over their heads to the kitchen. Hank looked at Lucille she was disappearing into the living room. Edith said, "Hank!" anything to get away from your father." Ralphie's head dropped and he muttered, "Aw, no, Dad." Edith said, "He'll stay home, Hank. We'll spend an evening together—talking, watching TV, playing Monopoly." Ralphie said, "Gee, sure, Dad, if you want to." Hank stood up. "The question is not whether I want to. You both know I want to. The question is whether you They answered together that of course they wanted to. But their and it seemed her old smile. "They're so anxious to see you, Hank. I could barely keep Phil from coming up and waking you himself. They want to go out and do the town. Please, Hank, say you will." He sat up. "Phil," he muttered. "Phil and Rhona." They'd had wonderful times together, from grammar school on. Phil and Rhona, their oldest and closest friends. Perhaps this would begin his real homecoming. It didn't turn out that way. He was disappointed clapped Hank on the shoulder (but not the way he always had—so much more gently, almost remotely), and insisted they all drink more than was good for them as he always had. And for once, Hank was ready to go along on the drinking. For once, he matched Phil shot for shot, beer for beer. They didn't bowl very long. At ten o'clock they crossed the road to Manfred's Tavern, where Phil and the girls ordered sandwiches and coffee and Hank went right on drinking. Edith said something to him, but he merely smiled and waved his hand and gulped another ounce of nirvana. There was dancing to a juke box in Manfred's Tavern. He'd been there if he were a stranger in a city halfway around the world. they walked back to the booth. Phil said, "Beddy-bye time." Hank said, "First one dance with my loving wife." Phil finished a story about a Martian and a Hollywood sex queen and looked at his wife and then past her at the long, cast-iron fence paralleling the road. "Hey," he said, pointing, "do you know why that's the most popular place on earth?" rumbling up from his chest. "You know why, folks?" Rhona said, "Did you notice Carl Braken and his wife at—" Hank said, "No, Phil, why is it the most popular place on earth?" Phil said, "Because people are—" And then he caught himself and waved his hand and muttered, "I forgot the punch line." "Because people are dying to get in," Hank said, and looked through the The car was filled with horrified silence when there should have been nothing but laughter, or irritation at a too-old joke. "Maybe you should let me out right here," Hank said. "I'm home—or that's what everyone seems to think. Maybe I should lie down in an open grave. Maybe that Edith said, "Oh, Hank, don't, don't!" The car raced along the road, crossed a macadam highway, went four "Hank," Edith whispered from the guest room doorway, "I'm so sorry—" all work out in time." "Yes," she said quickly, "that's it. I need a little time. We all need a little time. Because it's so strange, Hank. Because it's so frightening. "I'm going to stay in the guest room," he said, "for as long as necessary. For good if need be." "How could it be for good? How, Hank?" That question was perhaps the first firm basis for hope he'd had since returning. And there was something else all they possibly can from now on. Every time a young and healthy man he'll go into the tanks and they'll start the regenerative brain and Edith said, "Yes, and I'm so grateful that you're here, Hank. Please

<question>:
What was Hank's mission?

<options>:
A Hank's mission was to touch down on Mars in preparation for a future colony.
B Hank's mission was to experience death and be brought back to life.
C Hank's mission was to build a colony on the moon.
D Hank's mission was to pilot an experimental continent-to-continent flight.

<answer>:

D