![]() ![]() They weren’t just a news clip or a sound bite online anymore. Assassination weapons came in every size and shape, thirty-one flavors of destruction.īoston had taught Americans that they weren’t invulnerable to IEDs. Neither were the Secret Service agents, the president’s white knights.Īssassinations didn’t have to be carried out with a gun. The office, the title, was not bullet proof. President Kennedy had been killed, and his brother after that. It was easy to slide into the crowd, to hide between the smiles and the waving hands.Īll it took was one concealed weapon, one fast draw. Everyone wanting to be acknowledged by the most powerful man on the planet. ![]() Hordes of people, rushing for a handshake, a look, a smile. American Secret Service agents stood beside their president on a handshake line, but in the crush and swarming mass of bodies, they couldn’t get eyes on every single person. No matter how tight the security, how rehearsed the preparations, life always came with weaknesses. ![]() Assassinations were, when it came right down to it, easy. ![]()
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