Chapter 1242 – Kennedy’s Assassination

It was important to travel to Dallas to bridge the conflict with the conservative wing of the Democratic Party, and the conflict between Kennedy and the conservative wing of the party had its origins in the blocking of the school gates five months earlier, when Governor George Wallace had blocked the gates of the school to prevent black students from entering the university.

Kennedy ordered the National Guard to escort black students into the school, which publicized the conflict between Kennedy and the conservative wing of the Democratic Party, which until then had been a white party, with the southern states being the Democratic Party’s ironclad, Southern base.

Conservatives had enormous power in the Democratic Party, and Kennedy’s subsequent civil rights broadcasts were extremely upsetting to the conservatives and almost irreconcilable within the Democratic Party.

Texas being the first continent in the South and the stronghold of the conservatives, Governor John Connally’s support for him was extremely important, and Kennedy made the trip precisely to ease the conflict.

Kennedy, seated on Air Force One headed for Dallas, had no idea that an unprecedented dragnet had taken shape. Enough to send a sitting president to hell.

Oswald had never felt such despair, and late at night, sleepless, he took off his wedding ring – it had once symbolized the love between him and his wife, Marina, and now it was all over.

In addition to the ring, he left one hundred and eighty-seven dollars on his dresser, which was probably all he had left for his wife and two young daughters. His two daughters, one under two weeks of age and the other only a month old, would never see their father again.

Not only that, but they will have to change their last name and remain anonymous for years to come, in order to minimize the negative impact of “Oswald”.

Oswald knew that there was a possibility that he would never come back. After all, shooting the President of the United States in broad daylight and then returning home to his wife and children afterward is a scenario that the movies wouldn’t even dare to play.

On the last day, he wanted his wife to sleep a little more, so he didn’t let her get up to prepare breakfast, he simply brewed a cup of instant coffee and drank it in one gulp.

Because of his straitened circumstances, Oswald had no big haus or pickup trucks in his life, and he left his home to walk to work, even if he had to carry out what was probably the most glamorous, but unchosen, work of his life.

The morning sunlight filtered through the window and awakened Kennedy to a back injury, he awoke and slowly sat up, his physical ailments hardly masking the President’s good mood, after yesterday’s conversation with Gov. John Connally, both sides were at least superficially on the same page, the conflict could be resolved, Kennedy had no doubt of that.

“You’re in good shape, John.” Jacqueline woke up almost simultaneously and spoke up when she saw her husband’s demeanor.

“I feel very good right now.” Kennedy was in a state like Hippodrome who had never been refreshed before, “In fact, if you just let the conservatives know that making changes to a lot of things, isn’t a mistake, but rather leaving yourself room to maneuver, most of them will understand.”

It’s like confronting the Soviet Union, tamping down the foundation that the US has now, rather than using military means to confront the Soviet Union, is the easiest way for the US. Military means were essentially pot-smashing, and once the consequences of using military means for confrontation arose, no matter what the outcome was, the enormous costs left the United States gasping for air.

After breakfast, the couple walked out of the place where they were staying, at this time the secret service brought the schedule, “Governor John Connally will be parading around Dallas with you to receive the welcome from the citizens.”

And not far away, there was a convertible ready to go, which made Kennedy very happy, and said to Jacqueline, “You know what dear, my favorite thing is a convertible. The first car in my life was a blue Buick convertible, and that feeling is still unforgettable to this day.”

At this moment, the sitting President of the United States, John F. Kennedy, expressed his heartfelt love for the loyal convertible in front of him.

“It does look good.” Jacqueline expressed her fondness along with Kennedy’s preference, “Today must be a memorable day.”

That’s for sure, today is going to be a memorable day for a lot of people within the United States, whether they are bankers, military industrialists, racists, or advocates from steel, oil, and food. Its impact must have been to break out of the United States into the world.

Governor John Connally stepped into the convertible with the Kennedys, and then the motorcade set off on a parade through the city of Dallas, while the avenues were lined with citizens welcoming them, and everything was so harmonious, it was almost military.

This is all in order to protect, Kennedy can accept the maximum degree of contact with the citizens, Kennedy also enjoy this arrangement, and constantly towards the citizens on both sides of the wave greetings.

Suddenly, with the sound of gunshots, the windshield of the convertible was shattered. At the same time as the gunshots rang out, Kennedy’s bodyguards immediately lunged towards Kennedy, and the one who bore the brunt of the gunshots was Clint Hill, who didn’t hesitate to rush forward in the face of the gunshots. Clint was hoping to block the bullets with his own body, but at this point it was already too late, Kennedy had already fallen into a pool of blood.

This scene not only let the body stained with her husband’s blood Jacqueline dumbfounded, but also by the tens of thousands of Dallas citizens present in the eyes, Kennedy fell in her arms, skull has disappeared.

Jacqueline’s first reaction to the cataclysmic change was to jump out of the car, but immediately she reacted by taking Kennedy’s body into her arms, as the accompanying Secret Service swarmed over the Kennedys and the injured Governor John Connally to secure them.

The crowd then raced to take the already gasping Kennedy to the hospital for futile resuscitation, while the arrest of the assassin began. Before the eyes of tens of thousands of citizens, the sitting President of the United States was assassinated in a dignified manner.

The news traveled fast throughout Dallas, and half an hour later, after the official announcement of President Kennedy’s assassination, the flag in front of Parkland Memorial Hospital in Dallas was lowered to half-mast, and Jacqueline threw herself down on the President’s chest in grief.

In Whitehall, London, Alan Wilson was getting ready to leave work, and his workload was really showing an upward trend now compared to working until 2:00 PM every day in Kuala Lumpur.

The supreme authority at this time had raised his wrist to check the time, ready to end the day’s hard work. Just at this moment, the phone on the desk rang, it was Richard White, the head of MI6, calling in, “Secretary General, according to the news from Washington, US President Kennedy has been assassinated.”

“Wow!” Holding the phone, Alan Wilson raised an eyebrow, then inquired in a deep tone, “Is the news reliable, Richard, you know that Kennedy was a widely loved president, make sure to find out indeed.”

Putting down the phone, Alan Wilson glanced at the time and decided to leave work on time, and then left Whitehall without stopping.

London time was seven hours earlier than Dallas, even if the Cabinet Secretary was willing to selflessly serve for the country, he couldn’t make people so callous, could he? Because Pamela Mountbatten has returned to Perth a few days ago, he had to live alone in the big city of London.

A few minutes later, Alan Wilson poked open the door to Marilyn Monroe’s room with his key, and faced with the stunned sex goddess, Alan Wilson hugged her petite body without stopping.

They lay cuddled together in silence, both contented and exhausted. The window was open a crack and the potted plants swayed gently in the cold breeze. Soft music was playing on the radio, the ensemble of soprano saxophone and bass violin soothing.

There seemed to be something between the two that only at this time could the two communicate. She wallowed in the feeling that her protective layer was peeling away. Monroe admitted that she needed him now and longed to give herself to him, which made her willing to remove all pretense before the man, leaving her with just a basic core.

When he too was almost out of control, the two of them looked at each other passionately for long periods of time. He felt her speaking to him, almost pleading, in a way she couldn’t say aloud. It was nakedly honest with him.

Alan Wilson stroked Monroe’s hair as she breathed a deep sigh of relief; he had been determined to speak to Monroe face-to-face about Kennedy, but that resolve had melted away the moment he saw her.

Monroe slapped the man’s hand with reproach, “How not gentlemanly at all today, too much.”

“How is it gentlemanly to face you?” Alan Wilson still decided to talk about the fact that the current President of the United States was no longer with us after tonight, there would be a bit more news tomorrow.

In any case, the power of the heavens had become a thing of the past with the death of JFK. Anyone who is as magnificent and colorful as the world, in the end, is still a red-powdered skeleton; anyone who is the pride of a generation and sits on a million miles of rivers and mountains, in the end, will also be turned into a shovelful of yellow earth.

Past tense problems, are not worth thinking about, Kennedy’s death is also the Vietnam War is fully opened, the United States will pay a huge price because of the Vietnam War. The problem is no longer limited to the United States, but to the Soviet Union.

As long as the Soviet Union has about seventy percent of the strength of the United States, in the global competition will not be on the defensive, but rather the emergence of mutual offense and defense, this is because the Soviet Union does not have the class of the rich, everyone has something is not really much less than an ordinary American.

Once mobilized with the power of the country, as a person’s burden of the two countries is almost the same, of course, the United States has more potential who will not deny that, really when it comes to fighting for their lives, a life is a life, can not be used as two lives.

Wake up in the morning, and Monroe ate breakfast together, Alan Wilson only leaked the news of Kennedy’s assassination.

“What?” Monroe was shocked, and the cutlery in her hands involuntarily fell on the table, with a disoriented look.

“Oh, it seems you’re sad that he died in Jacqueline’s arms.” Alan Wilson naturally wouldn’t be jealous of a dead man, but still couldn’t help but say something whiny and strange, “It seems that the President of the United States isn’t generally charming.”

Monroe was still in shock, “He’s the president of a country!”

“So what? People only live once.” Alan Wilson responded flatly, as if the President of the United States hadn’t been assassinated.