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Not all of us here are little ones. Buck up Greg, reinforcements are coming soon.
I was nearly 4 years old. I don't remember Nov. 22, but I do have a vague recollection of standing in my parents' kitchen and seeing the funeral on a little black and white TV on the countertop, that flag covered caisson rolling through DC. I can still remember the slow drum beats, and how sad everyone around me was.
Sometime thereafter, we went to DC and saw the original gravesite at Arlington, before he was moved to the current one, in 1967 I believe.
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