Essay A Day I Will Never Forget
Six seconds. Six seconds on a bright, sunny day in Dallas inflamed me with guilt. Six seconds and three shots shattered my family on the Kennedy detail. Those six seconds in Dallas happened because I failed to protect him. I allowed an assassin to put a bullet through the head of the most powerful man on the planet. The sounds of millions gasping at the sight of a dead president will forever be etched into my mind. November 22, 1963 is a day I will never forget.
The 1960 election of John F. Kennedy brought new hope to the United States. He was a young, handsome man full of vigor and enthusiasm. I was honored to learn that I was assigned to serve on the Kennedy detail. I was Mrs. Kennedy’s special agent in charge, but I will admit I was disappointed at first because I really wanted to be Mr. Kennedy’s agent (Biography.com). My wife did not like me being gone all the time and all the risks this job entails (Blaine 3). Gwen became very close to the other wives who had husbands on the detail because they understood the secret lives we had to keep (Blaine 3).
The other agents will tell you that standing outside the Oval Office is the worst task on the detail (Blaine 10). All I did was stand outside the office equipped with my revolver, handcuffs, sunglasses, and a stack of flash cards that held information about the President’s greatest threats (Blaine 13). Most of the visitors were harmless because they would have to go through seemingly endless security…