Post by fjs64 on Nov 21, 2019 18:10:38 GMT -5
It was a Friday, November 22, 1963, I was rushing to Plassman for a 1PM Economics class. I climbed the steps to the 2nd floor, settled into my seat for another hard to understand lecture by Professor Jain, a gentleman who immigrated from India. All was good in the world. As class ended, I left the classroom, the campus was in turmoil...as I walked down the steps someone said, have you heard, the President was shot.
Information was limited.....I ran over to the only lounge in Devereux, to listen to the TV. The news was now circulating about the shooting.
It is a day I will never forget. The world changed that day, for me, and so many others, innocence was lost. Eventually we got word that he had died. A few of us advanced ROTC students went to the flagpole and lowered the flag to half staff. America was in mourning, no classes on Monday....we had a military memorial on that day.....all freshman and sophomores were in uniform. Taps was played in the most haunting rendition that I have ever heard....2 people played.....one on the field, the other in a wooded area sounding as an echo. Never will I forget that.
Information was limited.....I ran over to the only lounge in Devereux, to listen to the TV. The news was now circulating about the shooting.
It is a day I will never forget. The world changed that day, for me, and so many others, innocence was lost. Eventually we got word that he had died. A few of us advanced ROTC students went to the flagpole and lowered the flag to half staff. America was in mourning, no classes on Monday....we had a military memorial on that day.....all freshman and sophomores were in uniform. Taps was played in the most haunting rendition that I have ever heard....2 people played.....one on the field, the other in a wooded area sounding as an echo. Never will I forget that.