November 1963. Kennedy’s last days. The arrival in Texas. Must have been exciting for you, Frank. Dallas, that morning at Love Field. You all looked so radiant. JFK, Jackie, and you. You looked so young and able, Frank. What did happen to you that day? Only one agent reacted to the gunfire and you were closer to Kennedy than he was. You must have looked up at the window of the Texas Book Depository but you didn’t react. Late at night, when the demons come, do you see the rifle coming out of that window or do you see Kennedy’s head being blown apart? If you’d reacted to that first shot, could you have gotten there in time to stop the big bullet? And if you had, that could have been your head being blown apart. Do you wish you’d succeeded, Frank? Or is life too precious? … I have that Esquire magazine article on the 10th anniversary, about you and all the other agents that were there that day. So sad, how your wife left you and took your little daughter. And you were so forthright about your drinking problem and the fact you weren’t easy to live with. I was so moved by your honesty. The world can be a cruel place to an honest man, Frank.
In the Line of Fire, Mitch “Booth” Leary