After reading all these posts from you young whippersnappers I figured I'd briefly share my experiences.
I was in the Navy and on leave at home before assignment to my next duty station as a hospital corpsman. I had heard President Kennedy's inauguration speech and parts of it then (and even today) were riveting. Everyone remembers the line "Ask not what your country can do for you but what you can do for your country." But a lesser-known line has become most meaningful to me as well: "Here on earth, God's work must truly be our own."
That Friday, my dad and I were watching television on CBS when the news broke in with the announcement of the shooting. We were stunned. A few minutes later, Walter Cronkite said the president had died. He took off his glasses and looked up at the clock announcing the time. He had tears in his eyes. We never forgot it.
I was not politically active and did not identify with the New Frontier, although it certainly animated an entire generation of people my age. Afterwards, of course, we all identified with Camelot, the myth surrounding the potential of the Kennedy family that was crushed by these events.
On Saturday, and all week-end, all eyes followed the funeral on TV. More images burned deep into our brains that continued to sadden us. By Sunday, I traveled to my new Navy duty station where they continued to follow the funeral and related events on TV, also into Monday.
For 30 days we flew the U. S. flag on base at half-staff in honor of our loss. My commander in chief had been killed and there were far more questions than answers. This event and those that followed in the next few years did not make much sense to any of us. We lost other notables as well.
Those were indeed sad times.
NS