Some of you folks sure know how to make a guy feel old
grade school ?, born in the 1960s ?? groan, where is my cane ?
When I voted for the very first time in my life
it was for John F.Kennedy.. I was so proud of being old enough to finally vote..
Of course JFK was the only person a sailor would vote for,, after all, he was a genuine Navy hero in WWII.
Then came the day...
I was standing in the little guard shack at the head of a pier at the Portsmouth,Virginia mothball fleet when the news flashed on my little pocket radio...
"The president has been shot" !!!!
The entire area,, the ships, the people, the equipment,, even the sea gulls stopped making noise.. it so quiet that it gave me goose bumps.. not a sound to be heard.
After a moment I became conscious of those around me.. some were crying, some just stood there looking at each other with a paralyzed look on their faces..
I guess we were looking for some sort of leader to take over and tell us what to do.. Should we stop work, should we fall in a formation, what should we do...
It didn't happen ... no one stepped forward to take charge... Everyone slowly started moving aimlessly around, not really aware of what they were doing...
That day lasted an eternity ... It was not until the next morning at quarters that the realization finally sunk in that the president, our navy hero that we young sailors idolized, the one person who could do no wrong, ... was dead...
The gloom that hung over our base for the next few days was almost suffocating..
Everyone was subdued and quiet, even in the "EM" club, no one played the jukebox, or laughed and joked, we just quietly sipped our "3.2 beer", each of us with our own private thoughts..
Do I remember that day ?? yea... I remember