The Day John Fitzgerald Kennedy Past. Welby Thomas Cox, Jr.

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СКАЧАТЬ Ferrie' had left Banister spoke again, "It’s not just Kennedy himself, it’s what the people see in him. It’s the glowing picture the media keeps shooting to us, 24/7...the first President to have that access and the press has turned him into a rock star. The liberal press is trying to make us believe he is the hero of all ages. Have you ever seen a man in such a blasted hurry to be crowned King? He believes that he can remake this society. He is trying to reengineer who we are and turn us into a kinder and gentler people."

      "Do you know what Charisma means to me? It means he holds the secrets. All the dangerous secrets in the world used to be held outside the reach of the government. So that guys like J. Ed Hoover and the nuts in the congress could not use them in an indiscriminate manner. Franklin D. Roosevelt changed all that...he came from the monied folks, so now the government that has the lock on the secrets that matter...not the guns or munitions, I'm talking about the shit that makes us all tic-tack-toe. Now all the danger is in the White House, from the Nuclear weapons to the real skinny...What is Kennedy plotting with Castro? What kind of back door Agreement with the Russians. There is not the slightest doubt in my mind that a movement exists in the executive branch of the government which is devoted to the communist."

      "Well in fairness, if we had a Republican we no doubt would be leaning toward a dictator." David Ferre' interjected from the hallway.

      Banister and Flynt looked at each other; there was no need to speak what they communicated in a glance, the deeply felt belief that there are events which compel men to act. Call it a historical imperative; call it a whim but what passes in the blink of an eye...passes into the ages.

      Good men died along Blue Beach because Kennedy at first delayed the air cover for the men on the beach and then he chose to deny his promise.

      The invasion took on a Hitchcock thriller with thousands of gulls smashing into the asses of brave men with their heads in the sand.

      After Flynt left Banister, He recorded the conversation, repeating his belief that getting the weapons and men from Banister was the most sensible, less risky and a hell of a lot easier. Because they had previous experience he knew Banister could be trusted and would deliver what he promised, though there would be a premium upon delivery. This would be far cheaper than stealing them from the CIA farm, the covert training site in south-eastern Virginia. Five hundred wooded acres known to the trainees as Camp Pain. Ray Ray Beltray instructed the trainees in hand-to-hand combat and light weapons, most of the men were college grads and where eager for the excitement and to get a leg-up on a job doing undercover work with the CIA. The job was actually a demotion for Ray Ray, the company's way of jerking his chain for refusing to sign a letter of reprimand for his role in the Bay of Pigs.

      They were lucky he didn't quit, valuable forces died because Kennedy thwarted what was a piece of cake invasion, holding his options open until it was too late and leaving the men strung out on Blue Beach.

      Ray Ray was aboard the company lead-ship which was anchored about twenty miles off Blue Beach where the landing took place. Ray Ray knew from the first messages spliced to the ship from signals from a destroyer's twenty-four inch lights that something terrible had gone wrong.

      The mistakes were compounded one-on-the-other. But one of the worst was that the recon photos identified sea weed around Blue Beach when it was actually a Coral Reef. He knew this failure was more complex than one scrubbed mission. Ray Ray had insisted on an honest digest of what had taken place. Put the blame for each failed issue where it belonged.

      Ray Ray lost more than the pride of a job well done; he suffered the pain of so many good men lost needlessly on the beach…when he came home there was a note from his wife. 'Have a good life,' he touched the scar, still sensitive, where she had cut him with a bottle from his bottom lip down and under his chin. But she was never real to him. He never thought of her by name...called her babe or love. This is one of the sacrifices made to loved ones who go away...you are made to remain in dark places and the conversation evades you.

      A woman came into Ray Ray's room wearing only a deep tan. She said she was Rita. She looked and smelled like the whores at the Do Drop Inn where he got gonorrhea.

      "Ferre' said to be nice to you." she smiled.

      "What do you think he meant by that, and how would he know what men and women want?"

      Louis Wagner's phone call would have ruined the moment for most couples but his wife was a patient and understanding woman. She knew to be maintained in the style to which she had become accustomed meant, she had to endure a few inconveniences. A woman like this is accepting of most inconveniences, as long as she did not have to resort to some artificial stimulus, or sexual deviancy Louie was fine and brought to the act a human quality that nothing or no other could replace for him. A spiritual emotion developed over the years of love so deep that it contained its own orgasmic chemistry.

      Louie was in the bedroom preparing for her when he heard her call from the foot of the stairs. "A call from Mick on the safe-line." He treaded softly as if to show her he'd taken the path of self-effacement. They touched lovingly as he moved past and she knew it meant they would make love on the fresh sheets with the window open and the smell of the raw night.

      Mick Flynt was calling from a phone booth. Louie could hear the noise from the traffic and could even smell the air from DC. Louie watched his wife start up the steps, her hand leaving the knob of the newel.

      "So are we ok?" Mick inquired.

      "The phone is secure Mick...and you know." "Yes, I am now summa-non-grata as are you."

      "Well I know my role Mick but I think you are ok for the moment." Louie said.

      Mick laughed and said, "You might be out Louie but you are not gone." Again they laughed.

      Louie do you know a Frenchman by the name of Louie' de Bouvier?

      "Yes, somewhere in the webs, I have a vague notion of him, something about the Russians."

      "Yeh, and others, does odd jobs for the company, hooked to army intelligence. He has a Cuba to Haiti connection for arms. He is pro-Castro and believes that we have literally attacked a Sovereign Nation and should be tried by NATO. Strangely enough, just typically French and I now sense that he is working the other side of the street against Cuba... In any event my interest in Louie’, is that he has this young friend, a kid he debriefed for the agency. He is a defector who changed his mind and came home from Russia with a Russian wife and baby. For a while things got real tight between he and the Russians until Nikita (the shoe banger) realized that this guy was nothing more than a mooch trying to live off the Mother country Russia.

      “What they call the ole whoop-dee-doo.” Louie’ said.

      “Yeh, so they send him to Japan at Atausgi, where he gains access to classified documents on the U-2 spy plane. This guy actually delivers stolen copies of the specs to the Russians in return for passage to the United States which the Russians agree to and they send him to Dallas.”

      “Ok, I’m beginning to get the picture.” Louie’ said.

      “The guy is a loner; he meets this Frenchman who connects him with the local émigrés. One might after a few rounds of drinks, our young friend fired a shot into the night at the head of anti-Castro activist, the now retired Major General Edwin A. Walker, a known racist.”

      There was a pause as Louie’ listened to the rush of air and the horns blowing as the cars crossed the Potomac River, and then he said, “Maybe it’s the shooter?”

      “Yep, I think we could take a kid like СКАЧАТЬ