Day 7 and Day 8

Twelve days until Christmas! I have decided to launch a holiday giveaway. I will post a blog every day for the next 12 days. All you need to do to be entered in the giveaway is leave a comment about why you want to read my book http://www.amazon.com/View-From-Sixth-Floor-Oswald-ebook/dp/B00NPCZW6W. I will be choosing a winner every day for the next 12 days to receive a copy as a Kindle copy. On Christmas Eve I will choose one winner to receive a signed copy to be mailed. All I ask in return is an honest review posted to Amazon or Goodreads (or both!) after you finish the book. I look forward to reading your comments and hope this is as much fun for you as it is for me. Good luck!!
Congratulations Robin Edwards and Lucretia Chapman. You are winners of a Kindle copy of “View From the Sixth Floor: An Oswald Tale”.

“The night before the Big Event I went to be with my family in Irving. So much has been made of that. The truth is I suspected something was wrong. I wasn’t sure what that was. But people were avoiding me. I told my wife I wanted to leave Dallas; I wanted us to go away as a family. I didn’t want to return to Russia. At first she was resistant. I think then she realized how serious I was. I think she understood something was wrong. I told her whatever happened she must take care of herself and the children; I told her what organizations would help them. I had a hard time falling asleep that night. In the morning I overslept. I barely had time to say good bye to my wife and my two little girls. Something told me I might not see them again. I had very little money on hand. Most of my money was in a safe deposit box where I could access it in case of an emergency. I left what I had.

I was nervous at work that day. I had my instructions. I was told to wait by the pay phone in the Texas School Book Depository for a call so I could signal observers. The call didn’t come. I went into the lunchroom and ate my lunch. The bread stuck to the roof of my mouth. My heart was pounding. I knew something was very, very wrong. Had they called it off? I had not seen anyone enter the building. My handler, **redacted**, was supposed to contact me. No one called.

I went outside, the next step I was to follow. The motorcade turned onto Elm Street. I remember looking up at surrounding buildings. I didn’t see anything. Then I heard the first blank being fired. I began counting and watching the responses of the people around me. Everything moved in slow motion. The shooting continued but of course I knew it was just for show. I knew there were no real bullets. I was so naïve. After the last shot I went back inside and went to the lunchroom to buy a Coke.

I had just taken a sip when my manager and a policeman rushed in. He came right up to me and shoved his pistol into my stomach. I thought he was going to kill me. It was then I heard the words that changed my life. “The President has been shot.” This was no maneuver; this was an assassination attempt. In a short time I would learn it was not an attempt.