We saw the film
Jackie last night.
It was fascinating. It was as if you were actually watching history being made first hand.
I was at sea on an aircraft carrier when JFK was assassinated. So I missed a whole lot of what was actually going on ashore.
The pilots on the carrier were convinced that Castro was behind it, as I still am, and wanted to go bomb the crap out of Havana. It didn't matter that they probably didn't carry enough fuel to go from the Pacific Ocean to Cuba and then get back to a air station to land. They just wanted their pound of flesh.
We remained at sea for about three weeks after the shooting probably for security purposes being nobody actually knew, and still don't, what was going on in Havana and Moscow.
By the time we returned back to North Island, most of the worst was over. The president was dead and LBJ was the new POTUS. Oswald was apprehended and Jack Ruby gave the poor schmuck lead poisoning. I don't remember whether, or not, JFK was buried by then. Parts of the whole wretched affair are somewhat blurry in my old head by now.
We all muddled through life for a few months and then I got orders to go to new construction in Seattle where I was part of the precom crew for Waddell. The veil was lifted up in Washington state and life took on meaning once again.
If you are too young, or too old, to remember those gray days, you should go see the film. It will maybe fill in a few blanks for you.
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