Assassination of John F. Kennedy

One of the greatest presidents in the world got murdered, President John F. Kennedy. Who was the killer, and why kill him?

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t was a sunny afternoon the 22th of September 1963. We stood a large group of people outside Dallas airport in Texas. The most of them were reporters like me and my assistant. I took a quick look at my watch, and the clock was 12:10 PM. So President John F. Kennedy had just landed. All waited excited to see the great president, and maybe get a little comment from him. The clock was now 12:28 PM and the President came with his wife Jackie out of the Airport main entrance. No one got an interview with John or his wife, not even a little talk with him. There were loud, so I couldn’t hear what my assistant said. I looked away and saw that John stood in front of me. I yelled without thinking: “Hey John, why so busy?” There was complete silence, and all people looked at him, and waited with big ears. John F. Kennedy looked at me with his big brown eyes and smiled with his big white smile and answered: “I have something very important to do”. The president and his wife walked hand in hand and continued the way to their black Presidential limousine SS-100-X, and they were gone few seconds later. What was it he had to do that was so important? I gave a disappointed look to my assistant, and said quiet that we came here from nothing. Before I was finish with the sentence we heared the sound of 3 fast gun shots. It was Quiet shots, but gun shots. My heart stopped beating for a few seconds. The president car stopped at the road. There were quiet for a few seconds. The president’s wife screamed: “Help, help, he is bleeding! My husband, he’s got shoot!” All the people ran to the cars. It was one big chaos. Kids bawled, and people ran confused around. I got a fast look at the dying president, and he looked scared. The car drove as fast as possible to the hospitals. The doctors tried all what they could, but they couldn´t safe him. 13.33 PM they had to announce that the 35th president of America was dead. That is how I remember the 22th of September 1963. The day the great president died!