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Salvator Clemente's avatar

I well remember that day as a student at West High School in Anchorage, Alaska. I was exiled for my behavior from Brooklyn by my mother to the home of my army sergeant father.

It seemed like the world had imploded, one hundred miles from Russia; we were sent home to a changed 49th State.

JFK was the hero of our youth, when heroes still emitted an aura of hope.

The Warren Commission and the rise of conspiracy, both real and imagined changed all that, setting the stage for the standing of truth in today’s world.

We, each of us who lived in those times, remembers exactly where we were when we learned of the assassination; we lived through the change in the perception of our government, we were the first to awaken from the American dream and into the American nightmare of today.

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Chris Shaw's avatar

I remember the day well. I was at recess and it was announced over the PA that he had been shot. We were back in class when the principal announced JFK had died. Half the class applauded...Southern CA.

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