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President Lyndon Baines Johnson
On the afternoon of November 22, 1963, aboard Air Force One on the tarmac in Dallas, a heavyset man in a dark suit raised his right hand while his left rested on a small Bible. His face was set, grave, exhausted. Beside him stood Jacqueline Kennedy, still wearing her pink suit stained with the blood of her husband, the president who had been shot barely two hours earlier. A federal judge administered the oath. Reporters crowded the narrow cabin; Secret Service agents pressed against the walls; the engines hummed as if impatient to lift the plane into the sky. When it was over, the new president, Lyndon Baines Johnson, turned to the small cluster of witnesses and said simply, “Now let’s get airborne.”
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By Selenius MediaPresident Lyndon Baines Johnson
On the afternoon of November 22, 1963, aboard Air Force One on the tarmac in Dallas, a heavyset man in a dark suit raised his right hand while his left rested on a small Bible. His face was set, grave, exhausted. Beside him stood Jacqueline Kennedy, still wearing her pink suit stained with the blood of her husband, the president who had been shot barely two hours earlier. A federal judge administered the oath. Reporters crowded the narrow cabin; Secret Service agents pressed against the walls; the engines hummed as if impatient to lift the plane into the sky. When it was over, the new president, Lyndon Baines Johnson, turned to the small cluster of witnesses and said simply, “Now let’s get airborne.”
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