The author James Tague was an eyewitness to the assassination of President Kennedy, his Warren Commission testimony changed history and he is now recogized as a top researcher on the murder of JFK.  This book takes the reader from that day in 1963 through the events of 50 years of discovery to document that Lyndon Johnson and his cronies were  behind the assassination of President Kennedy.  101 stories in 101 chapters that will answer most of the lingering questions that the reader has had. "A must-read for any student of the assassination. lf you believe the Warren Report fiction now, you will not after reading this book."  —Robert Groden, staff photographic consultant to the House Select Committee on Assassinations and author, High Treason: The Assassination of President John F. Kennedy: What Really Happened "Who better to tell of the coup d'etat of 1963 than James Tague, the third man wounded in Dealey Plaza?"  —Jim Marrs, New York Times–bestselling author, Crossfire: The Plot That Killed Kennedy "'Not only was James Tague the third person wounded in Dealey Plaza on November 22, 1963, but James is a most credible JFK researcher who was a close friend of early Warren Commission critic Harold Weisberg and also friends with many LBJ insiders who indict LBJ for the murder of JFK."  —Robert Morrow, historian James T. Tague is recognized as one of the country's top researchers on the Kennedy assassination. He was an eyewitness to the assassination of President John F. Kennedy and the third person injured during the shooting, he sustained a minor injury from a missed shot meant for President Kennedy hitting the street in front of him and throwing debris into his face. His belated testimony before the Warren Commission about the missed shot caused the Commission to have to rewrite their report.  He is also the author of Truth Withheld: A Survivor's Story . He lives near Dallas, Texas. LBJ and the Kennedy Killing By Assassination Eyewitness By James T. Tague Trine Day LLC Copyright © 2013 James T. Tague All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-937584-74-0 CHAPTER 1 November 22, 1963 – The Assassination of President Kennedy After nearly fifty years this chapter flows from memory of what I witnessed in Dealey Plaza at 12:30 p.m. on November 22, 1963, the moment that President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in front of my eyes in Dallas, Texas. When I had finished writing the chapter from memory, I then retrieved from my closet a spiral notebook in which I had written, the very evening of November 22,1963, everything I could remember about the events of the day. I then compared the two, what I had written then, and what I had written nearly fifty years later; there was no difference – they were identical. Today, though, I can put names on the witnesses and others I encountered that day, and know the exact distances that I had guessed at on the evening of November 22, 1963. To me personally it has been a lesson in the reliability of eyewitness testimony: visions that are burned into your mind. There do appear to be collateral influences that have a tendency over time to alter and distort those original visions. One has to have a strong mind-set in order to not allow these outside influences to corrupt what one has originally witnessed. After I was discharged from the Air Force, I had taken a job as a new-car salesman. It was something I enjoyed doing. Selling new cars was quite different 40 years ago than it is today – it was low key, no pressure, you made friends with your customers, and most became repeat customers. On November 22, 1963 I had a luncheon date with a friend at noon in downtown Dallas. I was about to leave for lunch, when an old customer came in to buy a car. Business came first, and I did not get away until after 12:00. As I drove down the Stemmons Freeway toward downtown Dallas, the only thing on my mind was hoping that my friend would not be upset with me for being late. I exited Stemmons onto Commerce Street, a one-way street going east toward the center of Dallas and swung into the far left lane next to the curb. As I entered the triple underpass I noticed that traffic was stopped ahead of me, and I came to a stop just as the nose of my car was about to exit from under the triple underpass. I could only see straight ahead as there was a man in front of me standing by his car, between his car and car door, looking off to the left. I sat there for a second or two, and then got out of my car to see what was happening that had stopped traffic. I walked the four or five steps it took to be out of the underpass and stopped on the curb at the east edge of the underpass facing Dealey Plaza. At this location three streets come within three feet of each other to go under the railroad tracks, Elm on the north, Main in the center, and Commerce on the south. I was standing on the narrow curbing between Commerce and Main Streets, a couple of feet or so east of the underpa