Thirty-five years ago, when US President Kennedy and Texas Governor John Connery were shot and fell on the seats of Lincoln, there were still two people sitting in the car-"First Lady" Jacqueline Kennedy and the governor's wife Nelly Connery; Thirty-five years later, Nelly Connery, the only survivor of the presidential limousine, turned out an old yellow diary ... In the third week after Kennedy's assassination, Nelly, who was quite cautious, wrote down the diary of the day when the president was assassinated in detail on three investigation registration papers. 196365438+In February, Li Na put her diary aside until her husband died in 1993, when she was sorting out her belongings, but she didn't take it out for public until now. In this diary, which has never been seen by anyone, Nelly once again confirmed the old governor Connery's statement that the third "panacea" really hit Kennedy! This statement is far from the final findings of the Warren Commission of Inquiry authorized by the US government. 1998 At the beginning of this year, after 35 years of investigation and evidence collection, the investigation committee on the assassination of President Warren Kennedy reached the final result: at that time, one bullet hit President Kennedy and Governor Connery respectively, but there was no third shot! Nelly Connery's family doesn't believe in all kinds of strange "assassination theories", insisting that the murderer Lee Oswald must have fired the third shot.

The following is the diary of Mrs. Nelly Connery:1963165438+1On October 22nd, the rainy weather in Dallas suddenly turned sunny. This weather is the best for traveling. Before the presidential plane landed, I quietly asked John (referring to Governor Connery) if we could take the same bus with the President and the First Lady in Dallas. John nodded and said affirmatively, "Of course!"

I really hope Dallas will leave a warm and friendly impression on the President and the First Lady. John and I both have sincere smiles on our faces, because today is really beautiful.

When our motorcade crossed the street, the roads were crowded with friendly Dallas residents. I couldn't help turning my head to the president and saying, "Mr. President, you can't say Dallas doesn't love you!" " The president's face also showed a heartfelt smile.

Just then, I suddenly heard a loud and terrible sound. The voice came from behind me. I turned around, just in time to see the president covering his neck and slowly falling into the seat of the special car. He couldn't say anything, and he couldn't see any special expression on his face. I didn't react to what that voice was just now. It took me a long time to understand: "that was a gunshot!" " An idea of extreme fear rose from my heart: "the president has been hit!" He is dead! " Then the second shot-I jumped up and pulled John into my arms, so we had to lie down in the car at once. Then came the third shot-the front of John's clothes was soaked with blood, and he collapsed in my arms motionless. I thought my husband was dead. The presidential security agent in the car shouted, "Get out of the motorcade!" He radioed the motorcade that opened the way for us: "Go to the nearest hospital!" " " "

John moved a little to let me know that he was still alive. I pressed my ear tightly and said, "honey, be quiet, be quiet, everything will be fine!" " "Our car suddenly took a sharp turn, and I almost lost my balance with my husband. Soon, we arrived at Parkland Hospital, and Lincoln stopped screaming. The hospital was crowded with White House agents who shouted, "Mr. President! Mr president. "Some agents asked the first lady Jacqueline to get off first. They were in a mess around us, but no one took care of us. Help me get John out of the car.

Suddenly, John jumped out of my arms and fell out of the car door. At this time, several good people finally picked up John like a baby and put him on a stretcher waiting by. Seeing them push John into a corridor and run inside, I followed. I don't know why I'm running or where I'm going.

I feel that the whole world has collapsed, but what can I do? I know my husband is still alive because he groaned and said, "I'm hurt!" " "They carried John into a small room and let me stand outside the door. I have never stood outside the door so lonely.

Someone gave me two armchairs-one for the first lady Jacqueline and one for me. They put the chair outside the emergency room, and our injured husband is on the other side of the door. I am confused: Do they have enough doctors? Did they just save the president and ignore John? When I finally walked into the emergency room and saw John, I was shocked by what I saw: his left leg, left arm, back and chest were all bandaged and his face was wearing an oxygen mask. I almost didn't collapse to the ground, but I managed to walk to the bed and kiss his face.

On Saturday morning, John asked me what happened to the president, and I replied, "The president is dead!" " "He replied in a low voice," I know! "