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At 29 years old, I walked into the Senate chamber and got arrested. It happened on a Saturday when I was visiting friends at Georgetown University. I was fascinated by the Senate and decided to check it out. There were no guards stopping me, so I walked in and found myself in the chamber. I even sat in the presiding officer's seat. But then a guy grabbed me and said I was under arrest.

Holy fuck. Oh my fucking god. Yo, I was just on this fucking plane. Oh my god. Yo. I was just on this fucking plane. Holy fuck.

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.

On 09/10/2001 I was in Denver for the opening night at Denver Broncos Stadium. Ed McCaffrey hurt that night on a season-ending injury. I planned to leave Sept 11 morning for Salt Lake City, but we were told to look in the lobby—there was a plane headed toward one of the towers in New York. We watched the second plane hit the tower; chaos erupted in the hotel lobby, and we realized this was a terrorist attack; we suspected Al Qaeda. Denver froze all flights; I stayed another two to three days. I’ve been to Ground Zero twice: first time they were barely cleaning up; second time during the National Republican Convention in NYC; our headquarters was across from the Marriott. I left a note with an American flag on memorial wall; later wall was blackened over. It changed America forever; unity like Pearl Harbor in 1941. God bless America.

Oh my god, I can't believe what just happened. I was just on a plane. Unbelievable. Where even am I right now? This is insane.

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.

I thought it could be a life or death situation for me. When I was on the floor, I remembered all the times I had thought about what I would do in that situation, and now I was actually doing it. We watched the riot on TV for hours from a secure location. Seeing the images of windows being broken and people climbing walls made me feel angry. It caused an audible gasp in the room.

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.

I walked up to the Pentagon after the plane crash. The fire was still burning, and I saw a big hole in the building. There were only small pieces left, no big parts like wings or fuselage. No plane crashed near the Pentagon, just the side of the building.

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.

I was at the Capitol that morning and then went into a meeting. I was advised to leave and taken to a secure location with my husband. We watched the events unfold in horror.

I was waiting for Trump when I saw a person on a building and told officers. Shots rang out, and I helped someone with a child escape before leaving.

I was working at the White House with Vice President Cheney on 9/11. I helped evacuate him from his office and stayed with him throughout the day. The reaction of our shift was instantaneous and seamless, like a choreographed moment. It was a reminder of the importance of training. That's how we made it through that day.

At Parkland Hospital, Mrs. Kennedy clutched the President's body, refusing to let go. I covered him with my coat to get her to release him. Initial reports from the emergency room indicated the President was still alive, though Governor Connally was also injured. I was near the President's feet; I couldn't look at him for fear of fainting. I knew I needed to stay strong. A doctor urgently requested access, and people were asked to evacuate. Someone then inquired about the President's blood type. Mrs. Kennedy's stunned, "Do you mean he's alive?" was met with silence.

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.

The president directed me to do whatever it took to bring him home to his family. He stayed up to personally greet him, walk him around, and show him the White House, including the Lincoln Room, to show that no one gets left behind. I received a call confirming he'd be at the airport, and I immediately informed the president, who was delighted and told me to get over there quickly. I met him at the airport, walked him onto the plane, and told him he was close to being in US territory. After deicing and getting in the air, we left Russian airspace and called everyone back in the US. He was ecstatic, calling his whole family. Upon landing at Andrews, I told him he was on US soil, and he started singing. It was a very special moment to be a part of.

My father lying on the floor, my mother crying over him. I wanted to know if it was suicide or murder.

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…

I thought Donald Trump was assassinated after leaving the movies, which made me ecstatic briefly. But when I realized it wasn't true, it became the worst day of my life.

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.

I recall the moment I lost my mind. There was an odd sense of comfort in that space.

Good morning! President and Mrs. Kennedy arrived in Fort Worth last night to a large, enthusiastic crowd and spent the night at the Hotel Texas. Thousands gathered in the rain this morning to see them. It was Mrs. Kennedy's first trip to Texas. As a White House correspondent, I covered President Kennedy extensively. There was some concern about his reception in Texas, as it wasn't considered a Kennedy stronghold. The President was inspirational; even those who disagreed with him liked him. He famously declared we would go to the moon this decade. The decision to go to the moon wasn't about ease, but about the challenge. He was a risk-taker.

I became friends with the senior guys in Amtrak, especially Angelo. He once grabbed my cheek and shirt, scaring me. He told me that he had read in the newspaper about my extensive travel as vice president, covering 1,000,000 miles. But he casually mentioned that he had ridden 1,000,000,327 miles himself.