Assassination

I was watching the president go through Dallas thirteen years ago this day. What happened that day would never be forgiven. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. Even I listen to the minister forgive me of my sins I cannot help but to think I don’t deserve to be forgiven. My Crimes to horrible, my actions unforgivable, I should never be forgiven. When I shot the president all the good I had done in the world was meaningless. Do not think of me as a horrible person. However the only thing I can say in my own defense was that I was doing what I had been told when I pulled the trigger.

Perhaps I should start at the beginning of my story instead of the end. I was born in Washington DC. My mother raised me alone in the west-side slums. She worked night and day never making enough to support her and me. We never had enough food to eat, or nice enough clothes. She told me of my father. Saying he was a great and admirable soldier that had died in Korea right after my birth. I tried so hard to live up to his my mother’s stories.

On my eighteenth birthday I decided to join the CIA. I was the perfect soldier. Never complaining, doing everything without question. My best talent was my deadly aim. When asked I could pick off a moving target from three hundred feet away with a pistol. After my captain recognized my ability he sent me away to become a sniper. That is when my life took a turn for the worst.

I was brainwashed with lies about how horrible the president was. At first I didn’t believe them. Before I joined up I heard a lot about the president and how great he was. I had heard he was a natural leader and that he would help the country grow. After months of hearing about how horrible of a job he was doing and all the people he had hurt I began to hate him. When they finally chose me to "take care of the problem" I was happy to be able to do it. I hated the president for all the harm he had caused.

When looking back I see just how stupid I was. Of course hindsight is always 20/20. I should have thought to question my superiors. I should have thought about what they where telling me to do. But being young and reckless I didn’t think it through. How I have paid the price for my carelessness. I should have been able to see through their lies.

I can remember that day clearly. I remember the beautiful November 22. All the people were so happy. I paid no attention to them as I set out to fulfill my job. No thought entered my brain on way they would be so happy to see such a horrible man. I had only one thought in my mine. I had to shoot the president. They were getting to see their favorite president in decades. Thousands had turned out just watch him go down their streets. I however was not so happy. The sweat trickled down my face as I watched the parade of cars go by. I was nervous this was my first job.

I had directions of when to shoot him. I waited for Mr. Booth to fire the first shot. I had my scope set on Kennedy the whole time. As soon as I heard the first shot I shot the president in the neck. I got up to run for the car parked around back when two large Secret Service agents grabbed me. I remembered what I was supposed to do and ignored all my training. I was scared and finally had realized what I had just done and the trouble I was in. They took me to a large police van. They put me in handcuffs and through me in the back of a police van.