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I drove to Love Field to see Air Force One. We had to unload a gasket. I sat in the second row, by the window, and I completely broke down.

The rain had stopped when we left; the President wanted an open car to be close to the people. I surveyed the crowds, even climbing onto the presidential vehicle's rear bumper to be near Mrs. Kennedy, unsure of the onlookers' intentions. I was on the press bus, enjoying the view. There was something special about this trip, possibly because Jackie was there. My perspective of Dallas shifted; it wasn't cold, and the city seemed welcoming to Jackie, making it a celebration for them to see the First Lady, who'd never visited. Of course, it changed her life.

Three shots were fired, the first by Lee Harvey Oswald, which missed but caused a fragment to hit the president, who said, "My god. I'm hit." Agent George Hickey looked toward the Sixth Floor window at the sound of gunfire. Oswald's second bullet entered the president's back, exited his neck, and then struck Governor Connolly, entering his back and exiting his chest. Hickey picked up an AR 15 to return fire and flicked off the safety. As the follow-up car lunged forward, he lost his balance and accidentally pulled the trigger. The presidential car was rushed to Parkland Hospital, and a massive cover up began.

A person has been shot in the basement of Dallas Police Headquarters. Panic ensues as detectives draw their guns. Oswald has been shot at close range in the stomach. There is confirmation that it is indeed Oswald who has been shot. The situation is chaotic, with urgent questions about the identity of the shooter.

I'm consumed by guilt; I should have done more, been faster. Something happened in the motorcade. The limousine sped up. Mrs. Kennedy screamed; they shot him in the head. "I love you, Jack," she cried. It happened at Dealey Plaza. People scrambled to escape. I saw women running barefoot, a father shielding his son with his body. We were incredibly close when he was shot in the head. My maternal instincts took over.

My nephew was grazed in the neck by a bullet at the event. He was in the friends and family section near the president when shots were fired. Another person nearby was critically injured. He was taken to the triage tent where they saw someone with a severe head wound.

- I was standing from probably the third row in the bottom. - I saw hit I heard the shot ring out. - I looked to my left, and then I looked over to my right. - I saw him slump over in his chair forward. - He slumped over. - He had blood coming from the left side of his neck down his shirt, and he slumped over, and he was carried off. - Running high right now.

I was at home after my lunch swim, about to return to the Justice Department, when the White House called. It was Ethel, my wife, who answered; it was J. Edgar Hoover. Hearing Hoover's name, I knew it wasn't good news. He told me the President had been shot, possibly fatally. The news was devastating. It was a shock, and it changed my life forever. My brother was the golden boy; if he could be killed, anything was possible. It instilled a sense of fatalism in me.

We called President Kennedy's mother in Hyannis. She addressed him as "Mr. President," even before Johnson felt comfortable using that title. Johnson became emotional, breaking down, and quickly handed the phone to Lady Bird.

The vice president and Mrs. Johnson greeted President and Mrs. Kennedy at Love Field. Large crowds surged around the President as he approached the fence. Mrs. Kennedy, unusually, went with him. We were aware of a Dallas group opposed to the President's policies, but their intentions were unknown. The crowd's density prevented us from getting closer. Someone suggested getting ahead of the motorcade for a better view. The President and First Lady then left the fence and proceeded to the limousine where Governor Connolly awaited them for the trip downtown.

My boss yelled at me to call the White House. The operator connected me to Robert Kennedy, who asked what was happening. I told him both President Kennedy and the governor had been shot—it was as bad as it could get. He hung up. Mrs. Kennedy knew immediately, when he fell into her lap, that the President was dead.

Captain Fritz reports that Lee has been shot multiple times. There is a man with a gun. Absolute panic is occurring in the basement of Dallas police headquarters. Detectives have drawn their guns. Oswald has been shot at point blank range in the stomach. He is shot.

Like, it was a direct shot to the heart. It looked like right where his heart is, it started going red. He fell back and went to his side. Then I looked down at the crowd, and it looked like the crowd. They all went to their knees really fast. I kinda did go to my knees as fast as everybody because I wanted to see if anyone who was close to the shooter would be trampling all over that person, and I saw nothing like that at all. It just everyone had dropped down for a a few moments. They were just not moving. And people start getting up and moving, the crowd start pushing me. And they pushed me so that I was basically backstage.

Over 2,000 people attended the Texas breakfast. President Kennedy wanted Jackie to be there because Texas was an important state, believing her presence would improve his reception. Jackie initially wasn't planning to attend. I went to her hotel room, and she was preparing to leave when the President's agent called, insisting she come to the breakfast. Upon her arrival, the crowd erupted in cheers. She wore a two-piece suit; I described the color as raspberry after consulting with a reporter.

I heard shots, thought they were firecrackers. Someone yelled about a shooting. As an ER doctor, I helped a man with a head wound. Did CPR until the helicopter arrived. Only one person was shot. Evacuate.

Lee Oswald has been shot in the stomach at point blank range in the basement of Dallas police headquarters. A man with a gun is present, causing absolute panic. Detectives have drawn their guns.

I recall entering the room with 28 others assembled by LBJ. We waited for Mrs. Kennedy, who had agreed to join us for the swearing-in but needed time to compose herself. When she arrived, the damage was evident; blood stained her dress and shoes. She appeared to be in shock, her expression serious and unsmiling. Mrs. Johnson offered her a change of clothes, but she refused, stating, "Let them see what they have done." The impact of the moment was profound.

The Dallas crowd was enthusiastic, and I was relieved that everyone was behaving. I told President Kennedy that Dallas clearly loved him. Then, almost instantly, I heard a noise. I looked at the President; his hands flew to his neck, and he slumped in his seat. He didn't speak, but his eyes…

Lee Oswald was shot in the stomach at point-blank range in the basement of Dallas police headquarters, causing absolute panic. Detectives drew their guns as a man with a gun was present.

President Kennedy died today in Dallas from a gunshot wound to the head. This is confirmed by two priests who were with him. I don't have further details about the assassination. We're trying to reach WBAP TV. Right now, I'm overwhelmed; I don't know what to say or do. It feels like the United States lost its innocence today. A press room is being set up, and Malcolm Kellgren, assistant press secretary, is visibly upset.

Two years ago in Paris, I was known as the man who accompanied Mrs. Kennedy. Traveling through Texas now, I get a similar feeling. People aren't curious about Linden and my attire. Mrs. Kennedy had a difficult time the previous four months, grieving the loss of baby Patrick. This Texas trip was her first public appearance outside the White House since, and it was uplifting for people to see her happy and smiling. Before this trip, we never publicly displayed affection. Afterward, we held hands and hugged openly, changing our relationship completely. I've never seen her happier. In Fort Worth, we were given a hat to protect the President from the rain, which he doesn't usually wear.

It was a bittersweet moment. He said, "Now let's get in the air." Seven minutes after Lyndon Johnson's inauguration, and 106 minutes after John F. Kennedy was declared dead, Air Force One departed from Love Field in Dallas, heading to Washington D.C. For the first time ever, Air Force One carried two American presidents.

Hang on. I was standing in probably the third okay. I was standing from probably the third row in the bottom. I saw hit I heard the shot ring out. I looked to my left, and then I looked over to my right. I saw him slump over in his chair forward. He slumped over. He had blood coming from the left side of his neck down his shirt, and he slumped over, and he was carried off. Get off me. Head to off me. Running high right now.

Okay. I was standing from probably the third row in the bottom. I saw hit. I heard the shot ring out. I looked to my left, and then I looked over to my right. I saw him slump over in his chair forward. He slumped over. He had blood coming from the left side of his neck down his shirt, and he slumped over, and he was carried off. Running high right now.

I saw the Secret Service protecting the president on stage. There was concern when he appeared to be injured above his ear, but it was not bleeding. We all started praying for him. Police quickly moved in after the incident.