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By John R. Bolton
The president fiddles at his domestic altar while the world burns
Independent voices from the The Washington Times Communities
Topic - Lisa Mccubbin
She always called him Mr. Hill, and he always called her Mrs. Kennedy. He was the Secret Service agent who lived through the tragedy of the John F. Kennedy assassination with the first lady, leaping onto the car as the president's head exploded into his wife's lap.
When the president of the United States is assassinated, it splits the nation in grief and pain and leaves the group of men assigned to protect him to live with the corrosive guilt of personal failure.These men are the Secret Service, the dark-suited, implacable agents with sunglasses and wrist microphones whose duty is to protect the president, and this book is remarkable in its poignant yet terse presentation of the day President Kennedy died and plunged America into mourning.