A fateful day in November

I was in basic training at Fort Knox, Ky., in November 1963. We had been on firing range that day, and we were cleaning our MIs on blankets outside our barracks. One guy had a radio on, and it was announced that President Kennedy had been shot in Texas. Someone said the Russians killed the president and we were going to war.
Well, we didn’t go to war.

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