rgotten. Her courage after her husband's assassination in Dallas in 1963 won Jackie the admiration of the world.The death of a president is always a shock. It is doubly so when the President is struck down suddenly and savagely by a cowardly, unseen assassin. The death of John F. Kennedy had the impact of a giant earthquake tremor. In an instant-the single flicker of an eyelash-everything had been turned upside down. The nation and the world went numb with horror, dumbfounded with disbelief. More than a president had died with John F. Kennedy. Youth had died--faith-- hope--belief--the future. It is a sad thing when an old president dies. But the death of a young President at the peak of his gifts and powers is more sad by far. Never before in history had the whole world, friend and foe alike, stopped what it was doing to weep and grieve for a single man.During the parade in Dallas, Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy were both riding in the back of a car waving and smiling. Mrs. Kennedy still kept facing to the left, still smiling, still waving, still hot. Then there was a sound like a car or a motorcycle backfiring, no different it seemed from the other noises in a motorcade. A shout of "Oh, no, no, no." from Governor Connally made Mrs. Kennedy whirl sharply to the right. There sat Mr. Kennedy, slightly slumped over, with an odd, puzzled look on his face. His left hand appeared to be holding his throat. Then there was another barking sound, this time flat and ugly. Without a word, Mr. Kennedy brushed a hand to his forehead and fell over into his wife's lap.The cry that came from Mrs. Kennedy was like something torn out of her flesh. "Oh, no, no!" she screamed. "Oh, my God, they have killed my husband. Jack, Jack! I love you, Jack!"She turned, in her grief and terror, to seek help-something. There, behind her, she saw a figure starting to climb up the back of the car. Dazed and unseeing, she clambered toward him, up over the s...
