Today I was asked a common question, “Where were you when you heard Kennedy was shot?” I referred her to my blog but she says she can’t find it.
Sweet cheeks, here it is.
https://wellseasonedfool.blogspot.com/2017/11/rumors-of-war.html
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6 comments:
In an odd way, it was the day the world stood still.
LL
A definite pause, if not standing still. I still clearly remember sitting in that freezing barracks thinking we were going to war. In a sense I was looking forward to it.
I was 12 years old and in grade school. I knew something really bad had happened because of the way all the adults were acting, but had nothing to compare it to so I just basically accepted it. I wasn't even into radio yet, but I'll bet the shortwave bands were burning up with traffic.....
drjim
As you know my uncle Joe White was a well known radio amateur in Colorado. At some point a few years later we were discussing the assassination. You are correct in your assumption. The Rocky Mountain Rescue network was up and running for days with members taking shifts.
I was in fifth grade. I remember our teacher had tears in her eyes. I remember thinking "You mean like Lincoln?". Also remember a feeling in my gut that it might be wise not to take the world as face value.
I enlisted in '74, so missed Vietnam, and glad I did. I did have the honor of serving along side many who were there, including several Drill Sergeants in Basic. One was Puerto Rican, who took great glee in shouting at us on laundry day, "CHU PEEPLES GET CHORE CHEET'S TOGEDER!".
RHT447
Had several Korea and WWII vets for instructors. In Germany had a SGT Maj WWI, WWII, and Korea vet, SGT Maj Starr.
Basic barracks, the one private room was occupied by a SGT from Cuba. We had a malingerer trying to get out by faking suicide. He stacked foot lockers then tied a tent rope around the exposed rafter and a noose around his neck. About the time the Cuban SGT was climbing the stairs to his room, my good buddy O'Connor kicked the foot lockers over leaving the puke dangling and trying to climb the tent rope (Small diameter and waxed). The Sgt started hollering orders in Spanish. Naturally, all of us trainees just stared at him. Good times!
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