With a hat-tip to Mr. Mitcham (Ray) and his exemplary research, I came across an interesting account of the Truth, before it was high-jacked, watered-down and purposely hidden from public consumption for decades. Here's a revealing read shared by him over on the "Et Tu, Bonnie?" thread ---->
Officer E
It had been a long escort. We had a lot of people all the way. There were no problems, just a heavy crowd and a lot of yelling and cheering, and the motors were getting hot. When you follow the lead, you do a lot of starting and stopping, trying to hold an interval. I was glad it was almost over.
The crowd was real heavy down on the end of the downtown area, but just past Dealey Plaza it would open up and we would be on the freeway and just a few minutes from the Trade Mart. The front of the motorcade started blocking up in the crowd in those last turns coming off Main and turning onto Elm. Back on Houston, where we were, we were just about stopped and moving real slow when we could move.
A little past half way down Houston (between Main and Elm), I heard the first shot. I could tell it came from somewhere in front of me, and high. As I looked up I noticed all the pigeons flushed off the top of the building on the corner ahead of me. And in the same period I heard the second shot, and then the third one. I couldn't see just where the shots came from but I knew they were from a high-powered rifle. I hunt a lot, and had just got back from hunting. There was no mistaking that; there were three shots, that's for sure. Though I didn't see exactly where the shots came from, I knew in my own mind they probably came from the corner building as the sound was right and because of the pigeons. So I headed there, got off my motor and entered the building (the Texas School Book Depository). It took a while because of the crowd; they had started moving in every direction.
The man who said he was the building superintendent was outside and met me at the door and went in with me. Shortly after I entered the building I confronted Oswald. The man who identified himself as the superintendent said that Oswald was all right, that he was employed there. We left Oswald there, and the supervisor showed me the way upstairs. We couldn't get anyone to send the freight elevator down. In giving the place a quick check, I found nothing that seemed out of the ordinary, so I started back to see what had happened. Not knowing for sure what had happened, I was limited in what I could legally do.
The investigator from Washington contacted me for my recollection of what happened, but I guess they weren't interested in what I said.
*Source: Gary Savage's "First Day Evidence"
Amazing how the genuine Truth got high-jacked and turned into a hastily contrived script mired in the stench of horse manure. Unlike that hastily contrived script mired in the stench of horse manure, here's some Truth which bears repeating (bold emphasis mine) ---->
The man who said he was the building superintendent was outside and met me at the door and went in with me. Shortly after I entered the building I confronted Oswald. The man who identified himself as the superintendent said that Oswald was all right, that he was employed there. We left Oswald there, and the supervisor showed me the way upstairs.[/b]
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The wrongly-accused was nowhere near the 2nd floor, let alone the sixth. Nothing about a phantom 2nd floor encounter with the wrongly-accused, nothing about was the wrongly-accused holding a Coke or not holding a Coke, sipping a Coke, not sipping a Coke, standing up, or seated, etc. yada, yada, yada...STOP! the lying amid a hastily contrived script mired in the stench of horse manure.
No wonder the lying treasonous cowards were left w/little choice but to conceal Officer E's revealing revelations from public consumption for decades at a time.
