Parkland-a hospital in Dallas. After Kennedy was assassinated, he still had a heartbeat, with his white shirt and tie, and gurgling blood, lying sideways and was taken to the hospital. Shaking footage, hasty rescue, doctors and nurses are highly nervous but facing a real situation of collapse, and then slowly radiated to the president’s special service personnel, FBI, Texas coroner, and citizens who accidentally took 26 seconds of precious images , The murderer Oswald, the murderer’s brother and mother, and all Americans in 1963.
When Jacqueline left Dallas in a funeral car with her in the coffin, an old Texas policeman gave her anxiously: "Please let me support you, ma'am, this is Bob Doug. , God bless your wife."
After Vice President Johnson was sworn in, Kennedy's body was lying in a makeshift coffin, suddenly becoming important and no longer important. Everything was so rushed and rough, and the small transport plane didn't have enough space. The special team before his death was required to take down the seats. Several people carried them on their shoulders and pushed them, struggling to get on the plane in the sun and misery, as if they were forgotten.
The famous show host murmured a deep sorrow in unintelligible: “Everything is too fast and too ugly. I don’t know what to say.” The company’s executives watched the TV show. When news of Kennedy’s death came, someone said "I'm going to call my wife. If you want to stay, stay. If you want to go home with your family, go home and stay with your family." The
murderer's funeral and Kennedy's funeral were carried out almost simultaneously. Shame and sorrow, like rumbling rain clouds, slowly rolled by on the same ground. Everyone bury this history in their own way, dealing with the wounds of the soul caused by the impact, the anxiety about their homeland, and the survival and harmony. To live, the sense of panic and failure will never be erased. The whole country is like a concubine .
murderer's funeral and Kennedy's funeral were carried out almost simultaneously. Shame and sorrow, like rumbling rain clouds, slowly rolled by on the same ground. Everyone bury this history in their own way, dealing with the wounds of the soul caused by the impact, the anxiety about their homeland, and the survival and harmony. To live, the sense of panic and failure will never be erased. The whole country is like a concubine .
