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Alysa Scobee
102H English
Word Count: 1,200

Narrative Essay

I want to tell you the story of John F. Kennedy in order to demonstrate his
ability to be a great leader and political figure despite his short time as president.

My life was a short one. There was a lot of things that I wanted to do with my
life, cut short by a fatal bullet that left my brains splattered on the hood of the car,
and left my poor wife, Jaqueline scrambling to keep me together. I remember that
day vividly, as if I could forget it at all
I had just given a successful speech in Germany. I was trying to get the Soviet
Union to disband from East Germany, and to stop them from building the wall that
so many dreaded to see. The wall that divided freedom and democracy and the
brutal realization of the Soviet Union and communism. It was that wall that all of
America did not want to see. After all, standing for equal rights and for equal
opportunities meant you have to fight back communism for a greater goal.
I gave my speech in West Germany, the part that was taken over by the
Russians, on June 26th, 1963. The day was blistering, yet I still wore my formal suit
and tie. The crowd cheered as I stepped off the plane and made my way to the
place I was going to give my speech. I knew I was going to be safe here, that no one
was going to attack or harm me, even if I was in a foreign and enemy place.

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I stood on top of the podium, looking up and around at the large crowd before
me. It was silent, all ears on me. I had one chance to do this. I picked up my note
cards and coughed once, before I began:

"There are many people in the world who really don't understand, or say they don't,
what is the great issue between the free world and the Communist world. Let them
come to Berlin. There are some who say that communism is the wave of the future.
Let them come to Berlin. And there are some who say in Europe and elsewhere we
can work with the Communists. Let them come to Berlin. And there are even a few
who say that it is true that communism is an evil system, but it permits us to make
economic progress. Lass'sie nach Berlin kommen. Let them come to Berlin." My
voice rang out loud and clear, effective and easy to the crowd before me. When I
was done, I was met with applause, chanting of the one repeated line I chose, Let
them come to Berlin.

Let them come to Berlin Even after that speech, when I was back in the
United States, just made things in the Soviet Union worse. The wall was built even
more effectively, standing tall like an iron curtain, blocking the Germans from ever
seeing each other. It was nearly a lost cause and effort, trying to work with the
Soviet Union to relinquish the East Germany and let them live in peace. Let them
come to Berlin, was a lost cause.

But there was also a lot to celebrate as well. I was working toward a goal that
I had said in my presidential speech, Tyranny, Poverty, Disease, and War. With my
vice president and my beautiful wife, I had tried and spread the American Dream,

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making people happy. And they were happy with what I was doing. I was glad for
that, but I wish I could have done more. There was so much I could have done, that I
wish I had done before that fatal day.

It was a sunny, warm, November day in Dallas, Texas. Jaqueline and I were
getting prepared to travel across Dallas, thanking the citizens for their support for
my presidency. Jacqueline kept telling me that we shouldnt go today, that she had
had a bad feeling that something was going to happen, but I shook it off as nothing.
I had promised the community that I was going to do this, and I was sticking to that.
We both got in the car and nodded to the Secret Service, who had gotten into the
cars in the front and back of ours after securing there were not bombs or threats to
our car. And thats when we started. There was already a crowd of people in front of
the building were we excited, cheering and screaming for me. I reached out and
shook peoples hands as we slowly made our procession forward.

We were nearing Dealey Plaza, the crowd had not dissipated in the slightest.
It was nearing 12:30, yet I had not grown the slightest of weary or hungry, I wanted
to keep going. I was waving to the crowd, the same giant smile on my face when
suddenly a pain had struck my head. Like an ax had cut through my right side. I
collapsed back, blood spilling from the open wound as my wife screamed beside
me. She scrambled out of the car to grab the piece of my head that had threatened
to escape. The Mayor who was sitting in front of us, was also shot, but I got the
brunt of the injuries. I was rushed to the nearest hospital, where I didnt make it.
The wounds were too fatal for any man to survive

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I watched over as my vice president, Lyndon B. Johnson was inaugurated on
Air Force One, a tearful ceremony that no one should go through. The country was
in good hands though, Lyndon had plenty of experience, and I glad that he could
lead the country through the final years of my term.

Im sad that my life had ended so abruptly. There was so much that could,
that had to be done, yet I was unsuccessful. I dont blame the man who killed me I
just question, why? What drives a man to want to kill someone? Was it something I
did, something I said that offended the group of people I work for? Or was it
something else entirely I always wonder, why? Im glad that it was me, and not
my wife, or my kids, or even Lyndon. I couldnt live with myself if they had gotten
hurt and there was something I could have done to save them. I should have
listened to Jacqueline, this could have been prevented if I had, but even the
president makes mistakes, huh?

Thats my story, a short one with no happy ending. Im proud of my

accomplishments and Ill never regret anything that I did, and Im not about my
tragic ending. Im glad that I had gotten to experience firsthand the joys of being
president and to help this country. Ask not what this country can do for you, but
what you can do for this country. A quote that I will live by in my many years.
Thank you, America, for allowing me the chance to lead you through thick and thin.
Thank you so much.

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