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When I was 8 years old sitting in Mrs Munyon's 3rd grade classroom at Aragona Elementary School of Jericho Road in Aragona Village, Virginia Beach, Virginia the school intercom came on abruptly and began playing the radio.
We listened to accounts of the assassination of John Fitzgerald Kennedy, 35th president of the United States of America.
A period of grieving ensued for what seemed like an eternity.
I was left feeling vulnerable ... even more than an 8 year old should feel as I watched my mother crying as she viewed the funeral procession on the television set.
It was a very sad period in my life punctuated by my greater understanding of the circumstances and understanding of that treachery which consists of governmental factions who think they are in charge of that which should have belonged to the voters.
So, on November 22, 1963 John Fitzgerald "Jack" Kennedy, 35th President of the United States died at age 46 from gun shot wounds fired by an assassin in Dallas, Texas, United States.
Dulles, Bush, Johnson. The memories haunt me still. Yet the truth will never be revealed because there are too many strange bedfellows in Washington DC.
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