Salute to skipper
With the sad anniversary of President Kennedy’s death fast approaching, few of us who were alive on that day will forget the national shock it generated, nor forget exactly where we were when JFK’s death was announced from Dallas on television. (I was a sad Texan in the Big Apple — New York City — so you can imagine some of the puzzling and unfriendly stares.)
For us older citizens, it was not unlike the shock generated by the attack on Pearl Harbor some 20 years earlier, which plunged us into World War II.
Two tangential facts that are often left out about JFK’s murder are that a top official in the Soviet government immediately flew to Washington with a dossier on Oswald’s activities while in Russia, and the Mexican government closed its northern border with the United States.
Because of the shortness of his term in office, JFK will not be remembered by the historians in the same way as Lincoln or FDR.
And like all presidents, he was subject to all kinds of political attacks and criticism, particularly after the Bay of Pigs defeat. But my hat will always be off to the PT boat skipper who was injured in the South Pacific during World War II.