I remember that day as a glove wearing, heavy coat time. It gets colder than one would expect in the desert The Mother Superior (Croi Naofa was her name, first or last I don't know ) came in and said the president had been shot, and we would go to mass to pray for him . . . we knew it was important because she and the other nuns were in tears. JFK was a special person to these irish-gaelic nuns So we bundled up and went to church (about 50 yds away) until it was time to pick us up I remember watching it on tv This is where my interest in militaria and such became the obsession / mania / compulsion that it is today. Seeing DeGaulle and Selassie (sp) standing next to each other made me wonder. I roughly knew who DeGaulle was and wondered why he wore NO medals, while Selassie was bemedaled enough for a king, with bullion to match. I was eight and very curious I can see it as if it were yesterday . . . I remember phone numbers, addresses, . . . and a lot of other stuff that I have no reason to remember. I was looked to when my parents didn't know the license plate numbers . . . like a flash !! :speechless1: