To tell the truth, at that time I was more worried about avoiding the Draft than JFK. Then a bit later, there were several demanding girlfriends and a lot, a lot of alcohol - so some details escaped into neuron nirvana.
I can relate to a certain extent. 8 years after JFK was killed, I was a grunt in Nam. If he’d lived, maybe me and my buddies wouldn’t have been there.
I looked at your home page. Thanks for your service.