Overnite Open Thread for November 22
On this day in 1963 President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas, Texas. Anyone here old enough to remember what they were doing that day? I have dim memories of watching the funeral on television (I was 4 years old at the time) but that’s about it.
“History, will teach us nothing!” – Adolf Hitler
According to X, that was the day that “America’s chickens have come home to roost” - not to be confused with BHO’s spiritual adviser who used the same quote to damn America after 9/11.
If indeed three (or 4) shots changed the world and history tends to repeats itself, BHO would appear to be on the wrong side of not only history, but also of the words of the mentors he worships.
State Libertarian American Laborer’s Squad
Ah, you’re a young’un, Colonel.
I remember learning about it in my first-grade classroom. The next couple of days were spent with the (black-and-white, of course) TV constantly on at home; I saw Ruby shoot Oswald. My parents bought every newspaper available, and I remember lots of discussion about it going on around me.
I was working in San Francisco, my first job after high school. I worked at Metropolitan Life Insurance. The head office was in New York. When the news came to us, we had to wait for NY to give us permission to leave for the day. It was long in coming and we spent most of the day glued to the radio, silent and crying. I remember when we finally received permission to leave (long after most other businesses in the area had closed), walking through the financial district and it was eerily quiet. People were just standing on the sidewalks, crying. No cars. I elected to walk to the bus terminal and it was a sad, quiet journey. I was 18 years old. My world was shattered.
I was conceived two weeks after his assassination.
So….you were a consolation baby, Sapwolf?
I watched NBC coverage of the assassination at my Father’s knee…I, too, saw Ruby shoot Oswald…and most in between
Yeah, I was in seventh grade, and they announced it to the school. I remember watching Ruby shoot Oswald (watching it over and over and over again). I was never a conspiracy nut, but I still wonder about the one bullet making a right angle turn, according to the Commission. I believe that was our beloved Arlen Specter who demonstrated the path of that bullet. He isn’t making any better sense today.
I was in Intermediate Algebra class, junior in HS, thinking about our defensive game plan for the big Thanksgiving Day game, when the announcement came over the loudspeaker: “The President of the United States has been shot.”
I remember the teacher making us all write opn our Big Chief tablets that President Kennedy has been assassinated.
I was in Kindergarten in a private school near Schofield Barracks, Oahu, and all I remember was the flags flying half-mast on base and the 21-gun salute (those really BIG guns). My parents didn’t let me watch any of it on TV.
I was playing soldier in Germany and had been running around Eastern Bavaria and the Czech border for many, many weeks without seeing the inside of a building. We were finally scheduled to take a rest at Graphenwohr and shoot some overhead fire demonstrations for some infantry. I parked myself in an old cinderblock building and proceeded to the first warm shower in weeks to scrape off the green mold. Upon getting out of the shower, my RTTY operator rushed to me and said the president had been shot. I laughed and told him to tell me another. He said it had really happened. I asked if anybody else knew and he said he didn’t think so. I notified my highest ranking officer and sent my radio operator and my commo sergeant off to notify the post commander. To us, this was probably the balloon going up. Three days later we were back in garrison and A battery was shooting a 21 gun salute at 7th Army Headquarters in Stuttgart.
We were a pretty irreverent bunch and what PO’d us was they shut down the Open Mess. We hadn’t had a hot sit-down meal in months and some of the emotional b…..ds thought we should be standing around crying. As near as I could figure out, they didn’t want to disperse us because that would send the wrong signal to the communists. Our PC types haven’t changed. If we bow enough, maybe they will let us kiss their arsses.
Fourth grade recess - I remember standing out in the gravel when the hubbub started.
I was in the 7th grade … it was announced to the class by our teacher. It was a very solemn moment.
Some of y’all are creakin’ Old…CB
After reading the other posts, I agree - I’m creakin’ old!
I was 7 years old and was in school at the time of his death.
I remember as though it was yesterday when a teacher walked into my classroom and whispered something into the ear of my teacher.
My teacher let out a blood-curdling scream and passed out falling to the floor. The other teacher told us what had happened. We all prayed for JFK. Yes!! That was when prayer was still allowed in public schools!!