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Discussion in 'Politics' started by Out of Order, Nov 22, 2013.
Such a touching picture.
Hard to believe that Junior left way too early as well........
I was sick when his plane was lost. He was like America's little boy and I was so interested in watching him grow up. Where life was going to take him. Too soon.
He grew up to be such a handsome young man, and then he was gone too.
its sad. Really sad.
...I was but a lad of two when this epic tragedy occured, but his legacy still lives...
I was a bit obsessed with the assassination as a lad. It was only a few years in the past when I was born and we still had a Time-Life book called "Five Days" or something like that, I would pore over the pictures and interviews over and over. It all seemed more like current events than history then.
That book didn't by any chance have the flag draped coffin on the horse-cart for a cover did it?
Happened before I was born but I have always been fascinated by the history of today and his legacy. About the time the Oliver Stone movie came out, I was a senior in high school and my stepdad at the time, his parents got out magazines and newspapers and things for me to pore over that they had saved. Was fascinating and sobering, definitely made it seem like a "real" event to me, instead of just a piece of history that happened before I was born.
50 years ago today John Kennedy was shot.
Many still believe in an assassination plot:
L.B.J., the CIA, or Castro, or the mob.
Presidents could not be killed by one pathetic slob.
Looking back we all remember it as Camelot;
Dreaming of our glory days, but maybe we forgot
We were simply not a most congenial spot back then.
My mom is a Northerner who lived down South and when
She was at the Commissary they announced the news;
People started cheering and expressing racist views.
Toxic atmospheres build up and then some loser acts.
Let's not try to kid ourselves and simply face the facts...
No one fled the grassy knoll; Lee Oswald was alone.
He was not the patsy here. He acted on his own.
But the ugly politics and scandals of the day
Also had a passive, but important, part to play.
Maybe we should think about that as we're looking back
From our current, constant state of partisan attack.
This new generation of Americans must change...
Who knows which new lunatic is at the target range.
Yes, I think that's the book. I wonder if I can get a copy nowadays on eBay or something.
You're a treasure, you know that Mrs. Smeej? And you make it look so effortless.
I was three when it happened. I remember watching the funeral procession and my Mom crying. I didn't understand any of it then. I wonder how different life would have been had JFK not been assassinated?
I was 3 3/4 years old when JFK was assassinated. I do have a memory of the flag draped coffin and steps, so it was probably going in, or out, of the Capital Building while he lay in state.
I may also have a memory of the funeral, and the JFK Jr. salute, but that image is so iconic it may be just seeing it so many times since then.
I always had an interest in the assassination, and didn't believe the 'magic bullet' theory, until I saw a recreation attempt on Discovery/History/whatever channel. They used modern gel-like 'bodies' for Kennedy and Connolly, interior skeletal structure and all, and used the same make/model gun fired at the same height, angle, distance, etc. and the real event. I think everyone involved was surprised when the magic bullet shot behaved exactly the same way the Warren Commission said the real bullet did. Same entrance and exit points, same bone fractures, same end location, and same minor damage to the bullet. I was shocked myself.
It may have changed my belief of how JFK was killed, but I still believe that there could be more to it than just the lone looser Oswald.
I was 14, an in science class when it was announced over the loud speaker in the room. We all fell totally silent.
I remember seeing my dad crying his eyes out watching the funeral. We all were as we watched one of the greatest presidents laid to rest.
I was at Kent State University at the time. I had just walked my girl friend (now my wife) to her class and went to a nearby bookstore to browse while waiting for her. They had a radio playing in the store and I suddenly realized just what was being broadcast. After my girl friend got out of class we went to her dorm and, with lots of other people, watched tv in a state of disbelief. I also remember a number of the foreign exchange students barricading themselves in their rooms, convinced that there would be rioting. Of course, nothing like that happened.
I was in 4th grade geography class. I"ll never forget that day.
I was four and I've no memories of that day...although there is this scene that plays from time to time...like now...up the hill at grandma's...the grown-ups in the living room and the fuel-oil heater going...flames behind the grill...and I was being a kid...and then I was told to be quiet. Was it that day? Walter Cronkite on the news...the adults all leaning forward...or was that something about the Tet Offensive? Anyway, five or six years later give or take we took a little trip down to Maryland...Arlington...the eternal flame...the grave-sites...I dunno if Bobby was laid to rest there...or not. I think so. Speeches carved in rock...and the green fields white with stone...every one laid there because of an act of aggression...every last one of them. Or darn near.