Where was I on that calamitous day 50 years ago? Moscow, the Soviet Union, in the apartment of my fiancee and her family. By happenstance we were watching the evening news on TV when a special bulletin broke the bad news from Dallas. Shot but still alive. We held our breath, then … The United States president was gone. I was joined in my grief with my new family.
The Soviet leaders had expressed their regrets and they apparently were concerned they might be implicated.
What turned out to be a surprise was sincere sorrow expressed by Soviet citizens when they learned I was an American. In the days following my fellow countrymen, including journalists, expanded on my encounters.
In the time of adversity good people punctuated the Cold War.
— Larry Brayton