My husband was in the Air Force stationed in Turkey on the Russian border in the sixties during the Cold War. That was three years after Kennedy was assassinated.
Kennedy is one of the “sacred cows” of the Democrat Party, along with the bloated, debauched Teddy, as you know. I’m sick and tired of having the “Kennedys” thrown in my face. To me, that whole dynamic is phony and hypocritical. The Catholic Church seems to be stuck with them and their piggishness and unwilling to stand up to them. God is not a respecter of persons I’ve heard. That whole “Rose Kennedy” aspect of it all is very dysfunctional sounding. So, I feel better about my own sorta dysfunctional family.
My Daddy was in the Army Infantry in WWII, the 88th/351st, in N. Africa, Sicily, Italy and Germany. He was in the worst of it and never really got over it, but did “man up”, suck it in and get up and go to work when he got out. Passed on six and a half years ago.
My father was in the First World War, and got gassed (mustard gas). He died quite some time ago. My uncle (mother’s brother) was in the Second World War. He was killed in the Battle of Hertgen Forest. I remember seeing him in uniform once, as a small boy.
I didn’t see any action, because I enlisted between wars. But JFK extended my time in service by three months during the Berlin Air Lift—just to prove yet again to the Russians what a tough guy he was after that earlier demonstration of incompetence and cowardice.