Word: lay
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...going to run, he said-and by now it was so obvious he would that we were all practically marching into the White House with him-he must resign soon. But he couldn't lay down the NATO command overnight. He had to give Bob Lovett (Secretary of Defense) at least six weeks to find another man for the command. And he wanted to be home by May 15. if he was going to run his own campaign. But Truman had always been "decent and honest" with him. He could not challenge President Truman except openly. We found ourselves...
...clean piece detaching itself from his head. Then he slumped in my lap, his blood and his brains were in my lap ... Then Clint Hill [the Secret Service man], he loved us, he made my life so easy, he was the first man in the car ... We all lay down in the car ... And I kept saying, Jack, Jack, Jack, and someone was yelling he's dead, he's dead. All the ride to the hospital I kept bending over him, saying Jack, Jack, can you hear me, I love you, Jack...
...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, why did I wash the blood off? I should have left it there, let them...
...cold, and where they dropped of hunger or cold or exhaustion, there they lay. There were the wheelbarrows, piled high with family goods, father pushing, mother pulling, children walking. Old ladies hobbled with bound feet; sometimes young men carried their mothers piggyback on their shoulders. No one stopped. If children cried over the body of a father or a mother, they were passed, soundlessly. I was seeing people in full flight, where no armed man pursued...
...other. But figures that large become statistics, thus forgettable. My sharpest memory is a glimpse, at evening as we were riding, of two people lying in a field sobbing. They were a man and his woman, and they were holding each other in the field where they lay, intertwined to give warmth to each other. I knew they would die and I could not stop...