Oops, peeked out of the rabbit hole again. What is the MATTER with me, dammit? 

It occurred to me that, contrary to Pat Speer's assertion, Pitzer must have had greater expertise than merely closed-circuit TV. Indeed, he did. This is from a pretty comprehensive article in Grokipedia:

"Pitzer enlisted in the United States Navy in 1934, underwent training in X-ray technology, and was discharged in 1939."
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"In these post-war capacities, Pitzer served as assistant head of the Medical Graphic Arts Department at the Naval Medical School in Bethesda, overseeing the creation and dissemination of visual educational materials for naval medical training. He also held the position of chief of the Television Division, pioneering the integration of closed-circuit television as an instructional tool to enhance medical instruction and procedural demonstrations for Navy personnel. These roles emphasized his earlier expertise in X-ray technology and photography, adapted to support broader medical education initiatives within the Bureau of Medicine and Surgery."
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"Pitzer's responsibilities encompassed overseeing the technical operations of filming, editing, and distributing educational videos to support courses in anatomy, pathology, and clinical skills, leveraging his prior experience in X-ray technology and photography from his early Navy service. The division's work aligned with mid-20th-century advancements in medical education, where audiovisual aids improved retention and practical instruction for corpsmen, nurses, and physicians across naval facilities."
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"As chief of the Educational Television Division and assistant head of the Medical Graphic Arts Department at the National Naval Medical School in Bethesda, Maryland, from 1961 until his death in 1966, Lieutenant Commander William Bruce Pitzer oversaw the production and management of audiovisual materials for medical training, including closed-circuit television recordings of procedures conducted at the National Naval Medical Center. This role positioned him to handle documentation from autopsies and other forensic examinations, as the facility routinely performed such procedures for military personnel and utilized graphic arts and video for instructional purposes, such as creating films of surgical and pathological processes."
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"Pitzer's responsibilities extended to the hospital's closed-circuit television system, which he had employed in prior years to produce educational movies, potentially enabling remote capture or review of sensitive medical events without direct physical presence in the procedure room. Official records confirm that the Bethesda facility, where numerous autopsies occurred, equipped its audiovisual department under Pitzer's purview with tools for photographing, filming, and archiving post-mortem imagery to support Navy medical education and research."

It thus would seem that whatever David described Pitzer doing in his office would not have been inherently implausible.

Here's Mary Woodward's 11/23/63 Dallas Morning News article on the assassination:

Four of us from Women’s News, Maggie Brown, Aurelia Alonzo, my roommate Ann Donaldson, and myself had decided to spend our lunch hour by going to see the President.

We took our lunch along—some crackers and apples—and started walking down Houston Street. We decided to cross Elm and wait there on the grassy slope just east of the Triple Underpass, since there weren’t very many people there and we could get a better view.

We had been waiting about half an hour when the first motorcycle escorts came by, followed shortly by the President’s car. The President was looking straight ahead and we were afraid we would not get to see his face. But we started clapping and cheering and both he and Mrs. Kennedy turned, and smiled and waved, directly at us, it seemed. Jackie was wearing a beautiful pink suit with beret to match. Two of us, who had seen the President last during the final weeks of the 1960 campaign, remarked almost simultaneously how relaxed and robust he looked.

As it turned out, we were almost certainly the last faces he noticed in the crowd.

After acknowledging our cheers, he faced forward again and suddenly there was a horrible, ear-shattering noise coming from behind us and a little to the right. My first reaction, and also my friends’, was that as a joke, someone had backfired their car. Apparently the driver and occupants of the President’s car had the same impression, because instead of speeding up, the car came almost to a halt.

Things are a little hazy from this point, but I don’t believe anyone was hit with the first bullet. The President and Mrs. Kennedy turned and looked around, as if they, too, didn’t believe the noise was really coming from a gun.

Then after a moment’s pause there was another shot and I saw the President start slumping in the car.

This was followed rapidly by another shot. Mrs. Kennedy stood up in the car, turned half-way around, and then [crawled out onto the trunk of the limo and crawled back and] fell on top of her husband’s body. Not until this minute did it sink in what actually was happening. We had witnessed the assassination of the President.

The cars behind stopped and several men—Secret Service men, I suppose—got out and started rushing forward, obstructing our view of the President’s car.

Then I started looking around at the stunned crowd. About 10 feet from where we were standing, a man and woman had thrown their small child to the ground and covered his body with theirs. Apparently, the bullets had whizzed directly over their heads.

Next to us were two Negro women. One collapsed in the other’s arms, weeping and uttering what everyone was thinking: “They’ve shot him.”

It still seems like a horrible nightmare.

It will be a real-life nightmare to haunt us all for a long time to come.

. . . . . . .


I have edited her article so that it more closely aligns with what actually happened:


The four of us, myself, Maggie Brown, Ann Donaldson, and Aurelia Alonzo, had been waiting about half an hour on the north side of Elm Street when the first motorcycle escorts came by, followed shortly by the President’s car.

The President was waving to spectators on his right.

Very soon there was a horrible, ear-shattering noise that appeared to have come from behind us and a little to the right. My first reaction, and also my friends’, was that as a joke, someone had backfired their car.

I don’t believe anyone was hit by that first shot.

The President and Mrs. Kennedy looked around [at Z-144], as if they, too, didn’t believe the noise was really coming from a gun.

As the limousine approached us, the President was looking straight ahead, and we were afraid we would not get to see his face. But we started clapping and cheering and both he and Mrs. Kennedy turned and smiled and waved directly at us.

Then after a moment’s pause, there was another shot and I saw the President start slumping in the car.

Instead of speeding up, the President’s car came almost to a halt.

This was followed by another shot. Mrs. Kennedy stood up in the car, turned half-way around, then fell on top of her husband’s body. Not until this minute did it sink in what actually was happening. We had witnessed the assassination of the President.

A Secret Service man got out of the follow-up car and started rushing forward, obstructing our view of the President’s car.

Then I started looking around at the stunned crowd. About ten feet from where we were standing, a man and woman had thrown their small child to the ground and covered his body with theirs. Apparently, the bullets had whizzed directly over their heads. There were three shots altogether.

It still seems like a horrible nightmare.

It will be a real-life nightmare to haunt us all for a long time to come.

As it turned out, we were almost certainly the last faces the President noticed in the crowd.

If you don't want to explain how the affidavit is fake, that's fine.

I have no need to lie.  Also, I have pics.  Not that you'll ever see them.

As for your "ego" comment, you're being foolish.  I didn't speak of having dinner with Buell Frazier until it was necessary.  I posted the two affidavits where Frazier acknowledges that the rifle was in the car.  You called them fakes.  That prompted me to inform you that I've already made an attempt to verify.

Like you, I simply wanted to verify for myself (in this case, the authenticity of the two affidavits).  If I had plans to speak of what was discussed during this pizza dinner with Buell, then I would have asked him (and Dave Perry) right then and there if I could discuss (on various internet forums and Facebook groups) what we talked about.

How many times are you going to comment on something which you know nothing about?

I have no need for hypocrisy here.  I have indeed shown a statement (signed, in fact) by Frazier where he acknowledges that the rifle was in the bag, i.e. the bag was large enough for the rifle, i.e. the bag couldn't have been carried the way Frazier described.

Hilarious.

I'm not going to get into a "prove it's fake" conversation. If you want people to believe that Frazier actually would admit in a real affidavit that he lied to the police and the WC, have at it!
The next time you see him (if you ever saw him to begin with) tell him about your "find" at Ripley's believe it or not and see how he responds.

Munroe was an officer in the same educational outfit at Bethesda as David and Pitzer. According to David, he, she, and Pitzer made up an impromptu office lunchtime bridge club (of.....three). According to the story, David ran into Munroe after the suicide when he was stationed at the Navy's Great Lakes station. He said that she told him that she also believed that Pitzer was murdered, presumably for the same reasons. As such, she would be valuable corroboration.