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Original teletype containing a report on the scene at Parkland Hospital as witnessed by Dallas ambulance driver Aubrey Rike, one page, 8.5 x 23, in part: "Ambulance driver Aubrey Rike, 25, and his partner, Dennis McGuide, had just delivered an emergency patient to Parkland Hospital in Dallas when President Kennedy, an assassin's bullet through his brain, was rushed into the hospital. This is his story…We had just brought our patient in and were at the emergency desk at the hospital when these two men came in. One was carrying a briefcase and the other a big rifle. It looked like a machinegun to me. The one with the briefcase yelled, 'We need some stretchers right now.' The one with the gun said, 'All right, everybody clear out of here.'
They made us move our patient, and then I got behind the desk. I looked up and the first man I saw coming in was Vice President Johnson. From the way he was walking and because he was so pale, I thought he had suffered another heart attack. They brought in Governor (John) Connally. I recognized his face. His chest and stomach were covered with blood and I knew immediately he had been shot. There was too much blood for a stabbing and it was too localized for an auto accident.
Then they wheeled in this stretcher with a man's body on it. His head was covered, but I recognized Mrs. Kennedy. She was running alongside the stretcher, holding onto it and crying. I knew then the president had been shot…After a while Mr. (Vernon) O'Neal (funeral home owner) drove up in a hearse with a casket. We took the casket into the room where the president's body was. He was covered with a sheet. We waited while priests prayed and gave the last rites or something. Then Mrs. Kennedy came in.
She looked at us and smiled, and started pulling on her ring finger. After a minute, she went across, lifted the sheet and put the ring on his finger. She was crying. When she left, we picked up the president's body, put it in the casket and closed the lid. Then we started out. Someone stopped us and told us not to leave yet. We went back to the room. Then they came and told us to go. When we got about halfway across the emergency room, a priest stopped us, put a cross on the casket and prayed.
We took the casket to the hearse and loaded it in on one side. We let down the seat on the other side so Mrs. Kennedy could ride with the body. She smiled again and thanked us. She never did break down then. When we closed the hearse, the secret servicemen took over. They drove it to the airport. We got it back there after the airplane left. It was hard. We picked up the body and I kept thinking 'this is the president.' The feeling was the same one I get when we have to pick up some little child that has been hurt or killed, or maybe a relative…
Now I'm sorry I live in Dallas. I was born and raised here, but now I'm ashamed." In fine condition.
