2021-10-25

President John F Kennedy burial

    Murdered President John F Kennedy
After the assassination by John F Kennedy by government operatives such as Allen Welsh Dulles and George HW Bush he was interred at Arlington National Cemetery on this day in 1963.

A Requiem Mass was celebrated for Kennedy at the Cathedral of St Matthew the Apostle. He had an honor guard consisting of the 37th Cadet Class of the Irish Army.

Later his widow Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis and their two deceased minor children were interred in the same plot. His grave is lit with an "Eternal Flame".

Ironically "I Have a Rendezvous with Death" by Alan Seeger was a favorite poem of the slain president and it is said that he often asked his wife to recite it.

In retrospect, John F Kennedy was killed by shadow government operatives under the auspices of The National Security Act of 1947 which was a law enacting major restructuring of the United States government's military and intelligence agencies following World War II implemented by the VERY shortsighted president Harry S Truman who simply gave the riff raff in government control with license to kill.

John F Kennedy was NEVER the totally unmitigated detriment to the country that the incompetent monetizing of public office Joseph Robinette Biden Jr and his administration are presently.

JFK grave Arlington
I Have a Rendezvous with Death

I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.

God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear ...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.

By Alan Seeger
Source: A Treasury of War Poetry (1917)