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This memoir could rewrite the history of the Kennedy Assassination.
…if it’s true.
“Man, oh man, oh man,” Secret Service Agent Paul Landis remembers thinking. “What should I do?”
It was around 12:40 pm on November 22, 1963, in the driveway in front of Parkland Memorial Hospital, and the 24-year-old was part of a surging group of agents and medical personnel working to extract the bloodied bodies of President John F. Kennedy and Texas Governor John Connally from the back of the Presidential limousine.
As more experienced agents worked to coax Kennedy’s body away from a traumatized Jacqueline Kennedy, Landis surveyed the blood and gore in the backseat. He first saw small fragments of metal scattered on the seat. Then, “[w]hen Mrs. Kennedy finally stood up, I looked again at the seat and saw a bullet on top of the tufted black leather cushioning behind where she had been sitting,” he writes. “…It wasn’t a bullet fragment like the other two pieces. It was a completely intact bullet.”
He recalls picking up the bullet and examining it. “This was IMPORTANT EVIDENCE,” he remembers thinking. “My mind was spinning, processing thoughts and information, while I continued to search the area looking for other special agents.” With Mrs. Kennedy now on the move, he shoved the bullet in his pocket, grabbed her purse and pink…
