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Now that it’s 45 years later, I still remember that day as if it was yesterday. I was stationed at Fort Leonard Wood Mo. and finishing my basic training there. The company had returned to the barracks after some field training. We were held in formation outside while the company commander read the news of the assassination of John F. Kennedy. There was very little detail in information because the news media was just getting onto the story and beginning to report the event.
Everyone was restricted to the barracks, all passes leaves and transfers were canceled. Most everyone watched the TV news reporting of the story in the dayroom while several other locations others had their radios turned on and listened to history being made.
I guess if there was any one day in our lives that we could have a “do over” or just erase it from our history this would be the one. How the world would have changed if JFK hadn’t been in Dallas that day.
It wasn’t long after that day in November when the military buildup in Vietnam moved forward into a war that lasted 16 years from 1959 to 1975.
I was working downtown NYC, having lunch at a pizza parlor with a co-worker. We looked outside and saw a massive traffic jam and people getting out of cabs, cars, trucks. We raced back to the offic in shock and everyone sat in stoned silence-the only sound was a ticker tape with news.
Businesses sent everyone home and it was the longest quietest ferry and bus ride. Hundreds of people and not a sound but sobs. I have never cried as hard and long as those days. Thanksgiving dinner that year was silent.
I had the opportunity to meet him once at the Carlyle Hotel during the Cuban missle crises and he was one of the nicest, handsomest men I had ever seen.
I wil never forget where I was or what I was doing..
I was 21 years old and 7 months pregnant with my first baby..I wanted a rocking chair so I could sit and rock him and all his sisters and brothers after him.. I was roaming through the chair section of the furniture store in Grundy Virginia, where we lived..I had just sat dwn in a plaform rocker when the TV program was interrupted with the horrible, unbelievable news that the president had been shot..I remember "feeling" the store clerks sit down and can still hear the heartfelt prayer of one of them for this nation..We all sat glued to the black and white images of President Kennedy as he was rushed through the ER doors at the hopspital..IMO, that was the day that changed our lives....The 60's continued with more assininations, race riots, war protests, and we were no longer innocent..
I was in elementary school and I remember how all my teachers were reacting. It was so scary to see my teachers crying and sad. I did understand what had happened but not to the full extent until I got home and my parents talked about it with my sisters and myself. I can remember feeling fear, saddness, confusion and so many other emotions.
I was in third grade and they sent us all home....I remember my older sister who was in fifth grade sobbing and at that point I didn't understand why........I remember the sadness though.
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This is one of my earliest memories. I was too young for school, so I was home alone with my mother when she heard the news. I remember trying to comfort her as she cried.
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