If you’re under 58, there’s little chance you will have direct memory of where you were on November 22, 1963.
The Friday evening movie at the Frankfurt, Germany, military theater was The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence. A neighbor girl was hired to watch the boys and we took our 15-month-old daughter to the theater with us.
A short time later, the movie stopped and grumbling about broken film started. The lights came on as an Army officer took the stage with a microphone. I don’t remember his words but…
I left in silence with the others and went to the car. Seeing everyone leaving, my wife asked if the movie was over already. I said, “No. Someone shot him.”
I knew from the look on her face that I hadn’t been clear. I told her what the officer told us and that we were on full alert. We were instructed to report to duty stations as soon as possible.
I don’t know about other units, but for my Army Security Agency group, the alert was canceled Thanksgiving week Monday morning, but all furloughs were truncated.
We didn’t see the rest of the movie until it was on TV in about 2010.
<!–As my octogenarianism continues, my mind wanders as I wonder.
Or could it be that my mind wonders as I wander?