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...room camp house where Connally, 46, and his wife Nellie, 44, spend many weekends. Mounted deer heads, shot by the family, adorn the walls. Indian blankets cover the beds. Changing his clothes, Connally stepped out of his trousers, took off his shirt. "Here is where the bullet came in," he said, pointing to a small pink scar on his right side. "That is where it went out. These scars are where they had the tubes. This is where they made the incision." The wounds, of course, came from the sniper's fire that killed lohn F. Kennedy in Dallas...
...less frequently, to produce his last spurt of genius. In Portrait and a Dream, he showed the dichotomy between the monochrome meandering of his somnolent mind and the colorful mask of his own waking self. In Easter and the Totem, he paired a budding lily with a brown bullet totem that juts into the canvas from the left. He painted The Deep, a blinding flutter of butterfly wings which gape apart to reveal a fissure roiling like some hellish furnace. It was a fiery glimmer into...
...found in Oswald's possession showing the scene of the assassination and the bullet's trajectory...
Thus Parkland doctors thought that one bullet struck Kennedy in the throat, just below the necktie knot, another in the back of the head, and either would have been fatal. But the autopsy indicated that the first bullet had struck Kennedy in the back, some six inches below the collar line, and that the throat wound had been made by a fragment of the last bullet, which literally exploded in Kennedy's head. Parkland doctors, who worked over Kennedy as he lay on his back, apparently missed the first wound. And it might not have been fatal. The bullet...
...right leg through which he had been fed intravenously while recovering from wounds suffered during the President's assassination. Nevertheless, said he, doctors had given him the "real good news" that he would probably regain full use of his right wrist, shattered by the assassin's bullet...