Introduction
November 22 1963 Dallas Texas

The day President John Fitzgerald Kennedy was assassinated - November 22, 1963 - is one more day with others like the Invasion at Pearl Harbor and recently the September 11 Terrorist Attacks that asks where were you? And now being 60, that question takes me back in my memory to that moment which now is like not a fuzzy, but a brief cloudy-like moment when I was home from school that day with a cold. I remember being in bed and suddenly hear across the radio, the old style big wooden cabinet radio, the voice of the announcer breaking in with the news that the President has been shot. In that same moment my mother came into the bedroom saying (my name) "Jerry, the President has been shot". And I looked down and said "I know". Even being that young, I could feel in deep subsconcious something very dark had just happened. It felt like our father had just died, being killed. I was 10 years old and can vaguely remember some of the funeral procession across the Nation's Capital on the television everyone was watching - that haunting military drum march.

Just after midnight in California June 5, 1968 on an anniversary of D-Day, the wee hours of the morning on the East Coast, it is reported Presidential Candidate Sen. Robert Fitzgerald Kennedy has been shot by an assassin and is in severe critical condition. The agonizing hours and final word he has died. I was now 14 years old. And yet another day gets added in 1969, the year of Woodstock and the Moon Landing, news spreads that Sen. Edward Kennedy has been in an automobile accident near Martha's Vineyard and the passenger who was a campaign aid has died from drowning, the car driving off a bridge at the tidal channel on Chappaquiddick Island. I was now 16 without hope of ever seeing another Kennedy in the Presidency. Ted had been charged with and pleaded guilty to leaving the scene of an accident with suspended sentence.

My brother being several years older than me, was already sharing the couple books out as the Manchester book - "The Death of a President" and the another, "Six Seconds in Dallas", others. In High School, the reciting of the famous poem by Walt Whitman "O Captain, My Captain" stays in my heart like a great knife to this day. And so the story begins..... a very unique thesis in several aspects unheard - resolving how and by whom the execution of President Kennedy has taken place, and perhaps not a "National Cover Up" many of us suspected. All thanks be to God as they say, as this eBook is based on my Bible Study titled "JFK Assassination Solved By God". Amen. I am sure you will find ahead as best counsel from a Minister the closure needed via the truth and unspoken truth all these years. Even if not of faith - you may be surprised what has been written and references intentional and inescapable by the very head of the conspiracy who put the price on the head of President Kennedy and manner to be carried out. For more on the author see the chapter 'About the Author'. Thank you for your participation in this exciting read dedicated to the 50th Anniversary November 22, 2013 and to the Vidocq Society (Cold Cases Philadelphia), and like Beatle John Lennon said at the ending number on the rooftop concert in England, "I'd like to say thank you on behalf of the group and myself and I hope we passed the audition". Let us never forget Camelot!

Candlelight Service at Lincoln Memorial in Honor of JFK 12/22/1963

(Skip in one minute.... TV test bars for one minute)

https://youtu.be/WO7pK_Mc5Z8?t=46s

 

Richard Burton sings Camelot 1978

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8h7E5rtnFH4

 

Address before Joint Session of Congress, 11/27/63
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LF0TxpxIMA0

President Johnson's Thanksgiving Message, 11/28/63
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FFrfbFM8BQ

President Johnson's Address Before the United Nations General Assembly, 12/17/63
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYgoTWsOwbU

 

 

The great Poem by Walt Whitman read in our schools (written for President Lincoln)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_Captain!_My_Captain!

O Captain! My Captain!

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

O captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.