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12/12/13
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Perhaps you believe the official government findings from The Warren Commission concerning the JFK assassination? The majority of Americans do not. For fifty years the murder has remained unsolved with no definitive evidence explaining what actually happened in Dallas, Texas on November 22, 1963. Until now…

This account is not written to propose another theory, nor is it to back an established one or refute another. Simply it is to report that I know for certain backed by hard evidence who fired the fatal shot that day in Dallas. It was not Lee Oswald. Shocking! Yes, it was astonishing to learn the truth when it was suddenly transmitted to me from a source that shall forever remain anonymous.

I met the man from whom I obtained the clandestine information at a neighborhood church we both regularly attended. He was consistently friendly, extending sincere joyful renditions of himself during the greeting portion of the service. From this interaction, and our discovery of several mutual interests, we became close friends.

Eventually I was afforded an invitation to visit him at his residence. I arrived at his splendid Victorian estate somewhat surprised that my friend answered the door chime rather than the uniformed British accented and appointed butler one would expect to appear. My host led me to sit in his posh over furnished museum like living area where we relaxed over a cup of tea.

When the usual pleasantries concluded, he commenced to articulate in a determined measured tone the following:
” I consider you a very good friend. In fact you are the only friend I have. Recently I learned that the cancer I’ve battled has taken the upper hand, thus my days are sadly numbered.” Pausing, he intensely investigated then approved of my countenance in response to his distressing statement. I drew a breath attempting to speak, but was silenced by his continued discourse. “I need to trust you with something extremely important. I have no living family to inherit what I am giving to you son. You will see it is something very, very special.”

Off the fireplace mantle he took a metallic box and placed it on the coffee table in front of me. Apparently this was the item of extreme importance. He looked to be in an enchanted trance, staring at it as though it were an elephant that had entered the room. “You know today is November 23rd. Are you interested in the JFK assassination?” He asked, never removing his gaze, from the box.

“Like a lot of people, it fascinates me!”

He nodded then raised his forefinger signaling that he would be leaving the room. He returned quickly with an aged film projector, plugged it in and went over to the elephant on the table withdrawing from it a small reel of film, which he threaded in the projector and flipped it on. “This will explain everything.”

Within a few frames I knew who fired the fatal head shot and where it came from. I sat frozen in horror stricken panic. Scores of ramification thoughts ensued within inducing a powerful desire to go back in time as if I never viewed the elephant. Back to reality, I was acutely aware the last five minutes had irreparably changed my life. Though my friend made it compassionately clear that he fully understood my unspoken feelings, by recalling his initial reaction to viewing the film.

“I won’t detail how I got this film. Suffice it to say that it was filmed from the opposite side of what is known as the grassy knoll. No one but I and now you, and the person who left it in my keeping who is dead, know of it. He forced my hand open to receive the elephant that had grown large, very large!

A few weeks later my friend passed away. The elephant was humongous. I kept the film hidden and dared not view it again. But constant agonizing queries assaulted my mind. “Who would I pass it off to, if anyone? Will I be stalked or visited by the CIA or FBI or…? Should I turn over the film to them or tell anyone about it? Or simply forget about it the best I can, or destroy it?”

For me now the elephant grows larger every day. In fact it has become a herd. Lest I should reveal what I know, I live my life trying to avoid being trampled.

(Fiction)

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