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2017-11-13 03:35:17 UTC
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I looked up then at the Texas Book Depository Building. What I saw made my
“blood run cold.”
Poised in the corner window of the sixth floor was the same young man I
had noticed several times before the motorcade arrived. There was one
difference—this time he held a rifle in his hands, pointing toward
the Presidential car. He steadied the rifle against the cornice and while
he moved quickly, he didn’t seem to be in any kind of panic. All
of this happened in the matter of a second or two. Then came the sickening
sound of a second shot and I looked quickly back to the presidential car
which had moved only a few feet, still not apparently aware that it was
the assassin’s target.
Howard Brennan Eyewitness to History
I looked up then at the Texas Book Depository Building. What I saw made my
“blood run cold.”
Poised in the corner window of the sixth floor was the same young man I
had noticed several times before the motorcade arrived. There was one
difference—this time he held a rifle in his hands, pointing toward
the Presidential car. He steadied the rifle against the cornice and while
he moved quickly, he didn’t seem to be in any kind of panic. All
of this happened in the matter of a second or two. Then came the sickening
sound of a second shot and I looked quickly back to the presidential car
which had moved only a few feet, still not apparently aware that it was
the assassin’s target.
Howard Brennan Eyewitness to History