The late Clint Hill was only a few feet away from JFK’s limo, and then he was right on top of the trunk. And then in Parkland’s trauma room #1. And he always shot straight.
There’s nothing else to consider or discuss. The grassy knollies and the occipital head wound crowd (i.e., those bullshit Parkland surgeons) can all take a hike. No badgeman, no umbrella man, no nuthin’.
“The trauma surgeons realized almost instantly there was nothing they could do. They didn’t even turn the president’s body over. They only looked at him from the front. Two bullet holes in the back. One in the neck, [which] exited where the necktie is…nicked the knot. The other one low in the back of the head that exited above the ear….the one that they saw immediately. No brain matter there, the eyes were fixed and dilated. [JFK] was breathing a little bit when we got him into the emergency room, [which] I guess was just an involuntary situation, but it didn’t last long. There was no blood pressure and…nothin’.”