Word: bloodedly
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Rear Admiral George G. Burkley, U.S. Navy, personal physician to the President, brought her into the operating room, insisting "it's her prerogative, it's her prerogative." Doctor Malcolm Perry, the operating surgeon, wanted her out. But she said, "It's my husband, his blood, his brains are all over...
...Jack, his foot was sticking out of the sheet, whiter than the sheet. His mouth was so beautiful ... his eyes were open. They found his hand under the sheet, and I held his hand all the time the priest was saying extreme unction." Her gloves had stiffened with his blood and she gave one of her hands to "this policeman," and he pulled the glove off. Then: "... the ring was all blood-stained ... so I put the ring on Jack's finger ... and then I kissed his hand...
...believed, and John F. Kennedy shared the belief, that history belongs to heroes; and heroes must not be forgotten. We talked from 8:30 until almost midnight, and it was only after she had rid herself of the blood scene that she tracked clearly what she wanted...
...History!"-and now she reverted to the assassination scene again, as she did all through the conversation. "... Everybody kept saying to me to put a cold towel around my head and wipe the blood off [she was now recollecting the scene and picture of the swearing in of Lyndon Johnson on Air Force One at Love Field, as the dead President lay aft] ... I saw myself in the mirror, my whole face spattered with blood and hair. I wiped it off with Kleenex. History! I thought, no one really wants me there. Then one second later I thought...
There was, of course, much blood. First a man, lying by the rail line, still alive, crying, with his leg severed at the shin and the shinbone sticking out like a white cornstalk. He must have fallen under the wheels of the train. Then another man, still alive, his hip mangled and bloody. But the blood was not my chief distress; it was my inability to make any sense of what I was seeing. In a famine, where no one kills but nature, there are no marks on the body when people die; nature itself is the enemy-and only...