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(Level: 41.3 - Posts: 1313)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 5:32 AM
WHERE WERE YOU THAT DAY ??
I did this last year and it was interesting, so I'll ask again, "If you were around, where were you on November 22, 1963" ??
I was 19 years old in the Windward Passage between Cuba and Haiti chasing Russian trawlers and supply ships aiding Cuba.
We would go on patrol eight days out and six days in Guantonomo Bay for almost seven months. JFK was shot, killed, and buried and we were at sea the whole time. All we had was Armed Forces radio, "No" tv or newspaper. When we pulled in to port we finally got the word to fly our ensigns half mast for a month. My grandmother, Aunt Helen and my mom and dad got all the newspapers from those days and mailed them to me. Has anyone ever seen newspapers read by eighty people. It was interesting to see how guys from all over the U.S. were amazed how big a Chicago Tribune was back then. They still kill too many trees for that rag. BTW I was on the U.S.S. Assurance (MSO 521).
(Level: 179.5 - Posts: 1582)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 7:45 AM
I was 12 and in 7th grade when the Mother Superior (the principal) came on the loud speaker and announced the president had been shot. We didn't learn of his death until we got home from school. The memory is as clear as if it happened yesterday.
(Level: 49.2 - Posts: 1685)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 7:48 AM
I was 2 1/2 years old and living in Oahu Hawaii with my family where my dad was stationed in the Navy -
(Level: 144.4 - Posts: 147)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 8:09 AM
I was serving in the U.S. Navy, I was in the engine buildup shop at the naval air station in Monterey California when I heard the news.
(Level: 220.4 - Posts: 1935)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 8:10 AM
I was 11 & in grade 6 in Ladysmith, BC. Our teacher came in & with tears in her eyes told us that the American President had been killed & we were sent home. Even though we were all Canadians, it was a tearful & sober walk home. My Mom was crying when we got there. All of us thought John F. Kennedy was going to change the World for the better & really grieved his loss.
(Level: 128.3 - Posts: 21601)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 8:15 AM
I was in my very eary 20s and was teaching for Detroit Public Schhols. At that time the school system had no PA system so principal went from classroom to classroom knocking on doors. School was dismissed early so we could al l go home and watch the events unfold on TV-will never forget that day-for me ranks right up there somewhere with 911- Linda
(Level: 141.2 - Posts: 2772)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 8:38 AM
I was in York, Pennsylvania, first capital of the US and home of York Peppermint Patties.
wait.....what was the question?
(Level: 113.2 - Posts: 1466)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 8:48 AM
I was 10 years-old. We were let out early from school. A buddy and I went over to my house, where my mother was crying inconsolably. We eventually made it to my friend's grandmother's house where he lived. His father -- who had been in prison -- was at the house. I don't recall ever seeing my friend's father on any other occasion, but that may well be a misremembrance, because I so vividly recall seeing him on this occasion. In any event, my buddy's father shocked us both by stating that when he heard Kennedy had died, he got up and danced a jig. As children, my buddy and I were both quite upset by such talk, and ended up leaving where he lived and walking around for what seemed like hours.
(Level: 68.7 - Posts: 775)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 8:51 AM
I was in the third grade at Francis Scott Key Elementary School in Tulsa, Okla. They didn't let us out early, but the principal came over the PA system and announced that Kennedy had been shot.
My most striking memory is the number of kids, who had been conditioned to hate the man in the White House by their parents, were dancing around on the school steps mockingly singing "Kennedy's been sho-ot! Kennedy's been sho-ot!"
Which always gives me pause as to what parents are teaching their kids today with the venom spewed in this past election.
(Level: 116.2 - Posts: 372)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 8:54 AM
I was 15 months and 2 days old. Don't remember anything!
(Level: 112.5 - Posts: 2127)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 8:55 AM
I was 26 and out of the army just three months. I'd been in northern Michigan and drove all night, arriving home at 6AM. Three different people had tried to call me up to tell me but I had unplugged my phone. I guess I must have been one of the last people in Adrian to hear about it
(Level: 41.3 - Posts: 1313)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 8:58 AM
Tim, sadly a few guys on my ship (from the South) just about did the same thing but their reference was toward Catholics, unbelievable. Ah, I almost forgot what it was to be called a N----r L---r and a Fu---ng Catholic.
(Level: 63.0 - Posts: 388)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 9:13 AM
I was in the second grade. I still remember when the news came over the intercom.
(Level: 165.6 - Posts: 1982)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 9:18 AM
I was almost 3 and don't remember it at all, except the story I heard later:
My older brother was sent home early from 1st grade, spouting all the rhetoric his teacher had been saying, about how we had lost the greatest man who ever lived, etc. My parents were horrified by the public killing and saddened by the loss of our president, but as Republicans, they never bought in to JFK as the saviour of the world. They were quite upset that their son's teacher was so obviously biased and used her position to influence the children.
That's why I won't discuss my political stance with my students.
(Level: 229.5 - Posts: 7567)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 9:24 AM
I was in 9th grade; Hannah Penn Junior High School in York, PA- on November 22 ,1963.
Going back a few years- before JFK was elected, my cousin [Mike] and about four other kids started a "Kennedy Club".
We had become all excited about the November 1960 election between Kennedy and Nixon.
Senator Kennedy had visited York during the campaign.
Although we didn't know much about politics, we wanted to be involved. Mike's parents were strong Republicans but were friends with the Mayor of York and lived close to him. They invited him to speak to us.
We held a few meetings in my cousin's basement ,and I vividly remember the Mayor visiting one of those meetings and talking about city government and telling us a story about William Jennings Bryan and the Cross of Gold.
We had sent a letter to Senator Kennedy a few months before the election- wishing him well-- we all signed our names.
In February or March, 1961, Mike brought to class a letter from the White House, Washington DC.
It was a message of appreciation signed by John F. Kennedy!
On November 22, 1963, at Hannah Penn Junior High School , at about 2:00 p.m.- our dreams were crushed.
On the lighter side, I don't remember walking home that day, but as usual, would have walked past the York Peppermint Pattie plant on South Pine street. The smell was pleasant! I never knew any workers there, but perhaps Smaug was the receptionist or drove a fork truck back then.
I need a smile today
(Level: 220.4 - Posts: 1935)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 9:26 AM
Seems pretty odd that Canadians closed their schools but some places in the US didn't. Only one child in our school celebrated (more about getting the afternoon off) & he was promptly sent to the office & got the strap. I agree Rev, it's scary but then I was raised in a home that believed prejudice was truly evil.
(Level: 158.7 - Posts: 667)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 9:46 AM
I was 5 and remember my mother telling me about it.
In 1988 on the 25th anniversary A&E did a "As It Happened "special using the NBC video of that day, from the first bulletin onward minute by minute for 6 hours. I watched and taped it. Very informative for someone who was too young to remember where they were, and you see someone other than Walter Cronkite announce the sad news.
Everyone have a nice weekend.
(Level: 205.3 - Posts: 5487)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 9:51 AM
I was in third grade when President Kennedy was killed. (Dayton City School). Being from the South I admit there was a lot of prejudiced toward blacks but I never knew anyone who had a prejudice against Catholics. NOT all of us from the South were like some of you described either! My mom cried and my dad was upset too...It was a sad day in our history...Just don't bunch all Southerns in with a few ignorant people who some think represent the entire South!
(Level: 152.5 - Posts: 4286)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 10:09 AM
We were dismissed from school, and everyone was in shock. It was like being numb for three days and glued to the TV. I guess it was the first time anything of that magnitude had been captured on television and the whole nation watched as it happened. There was no talk of anything else but who did it and why. Such a vital man here one day and gone the next.
Years later I visited the Sixth Floor Museum in Dallas in the School Book Depository Building. It was excellent and brought a lot of things into perspective. One time a relative from Denmark was visiting and wanted to see the place where it happened. We went to the memorial in downtown Dallas (it was on this anniversary date). Lots of people walking around and talking quietly.
Yes, it's one of those days where you remember where you were when it happened. I was pretty young, but it's still vivid.
(Other national tragedies were shown on TV in the sixties but the one good compelling event of that decade was when Neil Armstrong walked on the moon.)
(Level: 134.0 - Posts: 3778)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 10:10 AM
I was in 7th grade. I remember walking home early from school. My parents were very upset. It was odd to see my father up at that time, he worked midnights. The odder remembrance is I had written a letter to the president a bit earlier. I received the response and a card with his autograph, dated 11/21/63, a couple days later. I still have it.
(Level: 113.2 - Posts: 1466)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 10:36 AM
Bill, back in 1963, Lansing -- where I live, and the southside of Lansing in particluar (where I grew up) -- was politically a lot different than it is today. The southside in particular was practically lily white, and certainly in my neighborhood, racists were a definite majority (which was only one of the appalling political and social views held in high esteem in my old neighborhood.) In fact, after my parents were divorced in 1962 -- and divorce was quite unusual in those days in Lansing -- my mother, brother, and I were harrassed by our neighbors for years. The great worry that my mother would try to steal the wives' men (I don't think so, my mother had more taste), and that my brother and I would become juvenile delinquents who would lead the other neighborhood children astray. In fact, the neighbors went so far as to call Child Protective Services on my mother at some point, resulting in her needing to hire a lawyer, which she could ill-afford -- all uder the alleged pretense of being concerned about my brother and I. This was my fist expereince with the oxymoron of "compassionate Conservatism".
In any event, my mother threatened to sell the house to a black family, and although we were never treated warmly in the neighborhood, the nastier stuff ended at that point. I still feel qualms about what my mother did -- because it was really advantaging herself and family by exploiting racism -- but I know this was actually suggested to her by a black man who we knew from the Unitarian Universalist Church. Although I never thought the Church had much to do with what most people consider "religion", I was grateful for the Church because its members were humanists, and I was able to make close friends among the children of the UUs.
I have no doubt that my childhood experiences had a profound impact on my choice of career, the fact that I am still living in Lansing, and achieving such success has I have had, because I vowed at age 9 or 10 that I would be more traditionally successful than any of the other kids in the neighborhood -- which I was -- and I wanted to rub the old neighborhood's face in it. In retrospect, it was not much of an accomplishment to be more "successful" than the little darlings in the neighborhood.
Lansing is not like it was -- even on the southside, and Obama carried the city with something like 75% of the vote.
I never knew why my buddy's father was so glad about Kennedy's death. It wasn't anti-Catholicism because my friend had been raised a Catholic. In fact, in Ingham County, which includes Lansing, Catholicism is the largest single religious persuasion, although a minority religion if you lump in all brands of Protestantism.
(Level: 112.0 - Posts: 1256)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 10:37 AM
I was in 10th grade when an announcement came over the PA system. At the time I was shocked that the president had been assassinated. The school bus was completely quiet when I rode home that afternoon.
Then watching the black and white images on television. Oswald being shot. Seeing people stream by the coffin. The funeral procession. Seeing the people passing the coffin.
I felt sorry for his wife and children that they had to grieve in such a public manner. They showed Jackie visiting the coffin and all the people (complete strangers) watching as she knelt to pray.
Looking at the images now I see that people of all races were there to grieve.
(Level: 256.9 - Posts: 3936)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 10:42 AM
Like Lorri, I was still shy of my third birthday and totally ignored it. I'm pretty sure I was watching the events with my mom. The first assassination I was half aware of was 4 1/2 years later, when I was in first grade and the headmaster announced a moment of silence at the start of the day, which I promptly spent wondering what country the person who died had been king of ...
(Level: 204.2 - Posts: 4191)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 10:59 AM
I remember my mom being very upset and having the TV on all the time, which she never did. My dad was very quiet -- also unusual. I'm not sure I really understood the concept of POTUS at the time. The main things I understood as the days progressed was that two kids like me had lost their father in an ugly, violent manner, and a lady like my mom had lost her husband. I felt really bad for them all and was grateful for my family. As I grew older, I read more about it.
(Level: 67.1 - Posts: 4597)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 11:23 AM
I was in 5th grade. Remember, back then, teachers were very different from today. Their job was to teach, ours was to shut up and listen and learn. We had no "friendship" with them and we knew nothing about them as real people. We just knew about that 1 hour a day we spent with them.
I was in science class and we had a test scheduled that day. Mr. Lewis walked in, crying. What a shock to see a teacher cry - and especially a man! He said he would tell us what was wrong after the test was completed. I still think that is strange.
Anyway, there was no announcement over the PA. Just individual teachers were instructed to tell their classes, perhaps to keep down the hysteria? Our school didn't release early, either. But there was silence everywhere. No one dancing a jig. Mostly soft crying and quiet conversation and quickly leaving.
We were not Catholic.
I remember my mother crying off and on all weekend and the black and white images - especially of Jackie and Teddy following the casket. And we were ashamed and very upset that it happened here in Texas. On one of the cable specials last year, they said JFK and Jackie had been especially worried about their reception in Texas, but then relieved when there was such an ourpouring of love for them. Sigh... For me too, it's as vivid as if it happened yesterday.
And again, i have friends from my former church who were there at the plaza, taking pictures. They saw it happen and told me that everyone there absolutely knew there was shooting from the direction of the grassy knoll. They are still appalled that their testimony was and is still treated so lightly. And their cameras were taken.
(Level: 155.2 - Posts: 2478)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 12:10 PM
I was just over 3, we were living in Colombus Georgia -- near Fort Benning. I have no memories of that day, but do remember when Robert Kennedy was shot -- and my dad saying "He would have been our next president".
(Level: 201.3 - Posts: 1120)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 12:33 PM
I was in Mrs. Brown's third grade class, one of the sweetest, most caring teachers I remember form my childhood. She was called to the door by the principal and quietly informed of what had happened. I vividly recall how she slumped into her desk chair and broke down in tears trying to explain the news to us. One of the saddest, quietest school days and bus rides followed.
(Level: 239.4 - Posts: 3302)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 12:37 PM
I was a sophomore in college. It was one of the few times we were allowed in the headmother's room to watch TV. It was so sad - and so scary to be away from home.
(Level: 94.0 - Posts: 59)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 12:58 PM
This was 9 years before my time, 11 years to the day before my sister was born. Interestingly, Barach Obama was 2 years, 3 months old. Michelle Obama, nee' Robinson, was born just shy of 2 months later.
(Level: 159.5 - Posts: 911)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 1:22 PM
I was only 3 1/2 years old and living in Cape Cod, Massachusetts. Given the Kennedy association with that state and area I'm sure it was pretty huge news thereabouts. I have more of a memory of the assassination of Martin Luther King. I don't remember ever wondering what he was king of though. By the way we must have been very progressive back then in the mid-60's. My first school (Kindergarden - 3rd Grade) had a black female principal!
My memory of those T.V. pictures of Armstrong & Aldrin stepping onto the Moon's surface is much stronger.
(Level: 173.5 - Posts: 754)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 2:51 PM
I had just turned 18 and was a college freshman at Concordia, River Forest, IL. I remember standing at the entrance to my dorm and seeing students crying as they listened to transistor radios while on their way to the nearby cafeteria. I was from a Republican family and NY county made up of farmers who had no love for JFK, so the enormity of the situation went over my head.
(Level: 174.4 - Posts: 2403)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 3:03 PM
The shock was felt here in Australia.
Somehow, we felt that hope and innocence was lost forever on that day.
Kennedy was a much-admired president by Australians.
I even felt some outrage, which you might say was an unexpected emotion in an Aussie kid for an American president.
Yup, I do remember the day my mother told me he had been killed by an assassin's bullet. I was in tears, not because of any political or familial connection, but from the shock of knowing that the world had changed forever.
(Level: 109.3 - Posts: 2500)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 3:20 PM
I was in the third grade at West View Elementary in Chattanooga, Tennessee. I remember many kids were happy because they sent us home early, but many of the teachers were crying. At that age I didn't really understand how it was any different than Roy Rogers shooting someone. They canceled all school activities for the week and we moved to Mississippi the next week. At my new school it was hardly mentioned at all. I didn't take an interest in the man until my early twenties. I do believe that he was the last Democratic President with any backbone and would have done great things. He would have made a good Republican.
(Level: 70.0 - Posts: 2856)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 3:59 PM
I agree, the world DID change that day and not for the better....that was when we learned that bad
things can happen to great people....and that politicians LIE....
I was 21 and married late in 1962....was in the launderette when someone came in and told us
Kennedy had been shot - but they didn't know yet whether he was alive or dead. Suddenly all the
usual noise and chatter in the lauderette died down and we finished our laundry in silence....each
thinking our own thoughts....primarily shocked that an American President could be shot by
another American - on American soil !!!!
Later, I was at home ironing, when the news came through that the President was dead.
Before that day I remember being intensely angry that Kennedy had allowed the Cuban Missile Crisis
and, I believed - brought the World one step closer to Nuclear War. After his death was announced on
the TV, people in Liverpool were horrified, angry, and crying. Then came the series of assassinations
of major public figures in the States over the next several years....and we decided you were all crazy....
The horror and the anger were greatly intensified in December 1980, with the assassination of John Lennon.
I happened to be in Liverpool on that day and was almost threateningly asked by several people if I lived in
the States. I was happy to say "no" and was once again overwhelmed with grief like everyone else
(Level: 147.4 - Posts: 711)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 4:27 PM
Like Al, I was in the ninth grade, De Vargas JR High school (a school I taught at later for 13 years). It was two hours earlier though, just before noon, and I was standing in line for lunch in the cafeteria with my very first boyfriend (he was a hunk!).
Like Al, my dreams were also crushed. I had actually met JFK when he was campaigning for president in Albuquerque. I was 11 then and holding my baby sister (oldest daughter of 8, I was always holding some baby) and he stopped as he walked by and put his hand on my shoulder, and smiled and said hello. He was my teenage crush, my hero. He was my initiation into politics at the national level, a launch that found me very active in the anti-war protests and the grape boycotts just a few years later. I was volunteering for Bobby Kennedy in California when he was assassinated (upon reflection, a much greater man and loss to this country than JFK, in my opinion).
I screamed, “NO!” and ran off to cry. Embarrassed my boyfriend, but he forgave me.
The next three days were horrible: glued to the TV set, saw Oswald get shot. Cried and cried through the funeral…gives me chills to remember.
No doubt in my mind these two assassinations changed the course of history in this country for the worst. A very sad day…but June 5, 1968 worse.
(Level: 96.7 - Posts: 12009)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 8:51 PM
I was 16 and should've been in 11th grade at Patterson High in Baltimore (the "Hairspray" school), but my mother needed me at home to care for the younger kids while she worked double shifts at a duckpin bowling alley snack bar, so that fall she simply didn't send me back to school - a decision I held bitterly against her until the last year of her life.
I had shaken John Kennedy's hand twice - once when I was 13, as I ran with friends along a rope line holding crowds back in Patterson Park, where he'd landed in a helicopter during his presidential campaign, and again a year and a half later, when I was part of a group of students who got to meet him in the Rose Garden, much as Bill Clinton so famously did. For a lonely bookish kid without a dad, whose closest companion and greatest influence was an obsessive fantasy of Elvis Presley, President Kennedy was practically like a member of my family, a favorite uncle who looked out for the country. We didn't see him as causing the Cuban Missile Crisis - but as solving it. I doubt I even knew anyone then who understood the Bay of Pigs or had ever heard of Vietnam.
On that awful day my mom had the afternoon off, and while the younger kids were at school we'd gone shopping with tracings of their feet to buy them cheap sneakers for gym. We’d just crossed the street from the shoe store to have something to drink at the Monument 5&10 lunch counter before calling a taxi to get home before the kids. It was odd because the lunch counter was way in a back corner, and when we walked into the store it seemed deserted. When we got back to the lunch counter, we saw why - people were standing four and five deep at the counter, filling the back of the store, watching a tiny black and white TV high up on a corner shelf, and nearly everyone was crying. My mother had to wait in line for the phone to call a taxi, and by the time we got home he was gone. The kids were already home; we lived on the ground floor of a 3-story apartment building and everyone who lived upstairs was in our living room, watching TV and crying.
I never saw anyone express gladness, still haven't, and my family and friends, our whole neighborhood and environment seemed to come to a quiet, nervous stop for those next several days. So many images from those days are branded forever in my mind. I spent a lot of time across the street at my boyfriend's house over that weekend, was there when Oswald was shot, and when John-John saluted, and when Jackie lit the flame, and somewhere along in there, in those strange emotional days, I both lost my virginity and conceived my firstborn. My Patrick was born the following August 19th - do the math. Guess I was "choosing life".
I agree with Sunny that Bobby was the greater loss; he was going to be my first vote, and his death is as vivid as his brother's. I was enormously pregnant with my younger daughter at that time, and there was some concern that the stress might bring the baby prematurely, so my OB/GYN suggested I have a glass of wine with lunch and dinner! I spent the rest of the pregnancy slightly tipsy, and she still came two weeks early, the smallest of all my babies.
I voted for Nixon that fall. Now I sometimes joke and say I did it because if people were going to keep getting shot, it might as well be Nixon, but in truth I think I was reaching back for some stability in an uncertain world - back to a continuation of the safe-seeming Eisenhower era that had spanned most of my life to that point. I figured they'd already had 8 years and more to shoot Nixon and no one ever had, so he should be okay.
With every fiber of my being I hope it never happens again; may my grandchildren and their children’s children never have conversations about what they were doing on such fateful days. Thanks, everyone, for sharing and evoking these special memories.
(Level: 187.6 - Posts: 213)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 10:00 PM
I was probably not even a thought to my parents when it happened. I wasn't around until about 8 years later. When I did a research paper on the event, It gave me a chance to read and listen to a lot of the coverage of what happened. It was easy to see how it made the country come to a standstill for those days that followed, up to the funeral. The only thing that I can imagine that comes close to that sense of loss was when 9/11 happened. I guess shock and disbelief are the best words to describe it.
(Level: 70.0 - Posts: 2856)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 10:55 PM
I didn't mean to say that JFK WAS resposible for the Cuban Crisis.
- think it depends on which media you read/watched/listened to
And it was only much later that I found out differently....
(Level: 96.7 - Posts: 12009)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 11:07 PM
Oh, I understand, no problem. I only mentioned it because I'd never heard that said before. To everyone I knew he was a hero for standing up to the Soviets and backing them down. No way could we let them put missiles in Cuba. It was a terrifying time, but we all believed he did the right thing - maybe the only thing he could've done. Looking back on it now I don't understand it any better than I did then. I'm sure it's vastly more complicated than it seemed then.
(Level: 229.5 - Posts: 7567)
Sat, 22nd Nov '08 11:21 PM
I remember a great T.V. docu-drama called "The Missiles of October"- starred Martin Sheen.
Don't know if it's available on VHS or DVD.- worth watching again.
Here's a little historical perspective.
(Level: 178.9 - Posts: 909)
Sun, 23rd Nov '08 12:26 AM
I was in the 8th grade at Sierra Vista Jr High school sitting in math class when they announced that the president had been shot. We were allowed to go home. Some were crying and others just sitting there in shock.
(Level: 260.8 - Posts: 2770)
Sun, 23rd Nov '08 3:13 AM
22 and in Surrey, UK. Saw it all on the box.
(Level: 110.8 - Posts: 1736)
Sun, 23rd Nov '08 5:39 AM
i was 1 1 i remember seeing it on tv and the shock of seeing my mum and others being so upset has always stuck in my mind .
(Level: 161.0 - Posts: 2301)
Sun, 23rd Nov '08 11:35 AM
First or second grade, Patrick Henry Elementary in Alexandria, VA. My mother was a secretary for Congresswoman Edith Green from Oregon and we had passes to drive directly to the rotundra where JFK was laid in state. Remember driving past a line miles long of people, black and white, patiently waiting to go through the rotundra. Being little, I looked carefully at the flag on the casket to see if I could find the lipstick mark from where Jackie had kissed the flag earlier that day.
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