Fifty Years Ago a Dedication

Fifty Years Ago a Dedication It was nice day in the Caribbean Sea I was on a small tank ship called “Saphir” a radio message the president Kennedy had been assassinated. Deep silence in the mess hall, because he was to use a modern vernacular: The Man. He was the one who could lead us into a bright future, he energized us and, our trusted brother; and nothing could go wrong on his watch. So who was this slayer? The ogre that had killed our hero? We were soon to know, a weak chinned misfit called Oswald. There has been conspiracy theories aplenty over the years, but I still think Oswald acted alone out of envy and dark hatred; a loser seeking infamy, to prove something only his dark mind could understand. 50 years have gone the players are dead or old but president Kennedy will forever be a beacon of light for us who loved America.