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Cathi2 On September 25, 1963, as a teenager living in Billings, Montana, I had the opportunity to see President John Fitzgerald Kennedy. Being young and wanting to spend the day at the lake and uninterested in anything political, I had not planned to attend. But as I was driving to the lake the radio announcer said to look up at �The Rims� where the airport was and you could see Air Force One circling to land. I looked up and saw the most beautiful aircraft and it just gleamed. Something inside me just said �Go�. So off to the fairgrounds I went. When I got there it was packed from all over the State and all my relatives and friends were there. With that huge noisy crowd, you thought you wouldn�t even hear him speak. But when he began to speak, you could hear a pin drop. Everyone was captivated by him. He was handsome, with auburn hair and a beautiful tan. He was very charismatic. But more than that he was very genuine. He loved America and the people and it was very apparent. And the people loved him. Two months later he was violently killed. I have never felt such grief and loss for someone who is not a family member. I was not alone, everyone in town was grief stricken. Schools were closed and people took time off from work. Mostly, we watched the sad news reports and funeral. We all believed that the people responsible would pay. No one believed it was Oswald alone. Patiently we waited for the Warren Report and unanimously we were stunned at the deceit of the government. We were patriot believers before that. It only worsened with Viet Nam, Watergate and Iran-Contra. These criminals have deceived us to protect themselves and further their power and greed. We must reclaim our land. We must see that justice is done for the best president we ever had, John Fitzgerald Kennedy. Cathi 2 |