I was 19 years old. 2 years in the Navy. Walking down a street in Long Beach, Ca. As I passed a barber shop the TV inside broadcast the president was dead. I stood and listened to the details. All around me stopped to. My 19 year old brain said we are going to war. I took the next buss back to the base. I was as mad and sad at the same time. I think mostly mad. Who could kill our president?
