e. z. friedel, M.D.
THE JFK CONSPIRACY: BREAKTHROUGH EVIDENCE
The first hand experience of the Naval Surgeon assigned to perform the Kennedy autopsy documents a conspiracy at the highest levels. Before the forensic exam , the gunshot evidence was changed by a covert team of specialists. Two wounds from the front became one artificial one from the rear. The new findings became the key evidence for the immediate and final conclusion. There had been one, and only one, shooter. In less than twenty-four hours, the lone assassin had become a permanent part of American history and Lee Harvey Oswald was cast as one of it's great villians. Factual and frightening. Precise CSI technology, painstaking research, and a unique deathbed revelation come together to answer the key questions.
WHO DONE IT and HOW HAVE THEY MANAGED TO COVER IT UP?
E.Z.Friedel is a board certified orthopedic surgeon who graduated from Albert Einstein and Mt.Sinai residency programs in New York. After serving as a major in the U.S. army, he moved to Montgomery County, Maryland where he began his private practice. He was the chairman of the Orthopedic Surgery Division at Washington Adventist Hospital for over ten years, specializing in sports medicine and trauma. He was a staff member at Suburban Hospital, across the street from Bethesda Naval Hospital, where the JFK autopsy had been performed. He was friends with the Naval Surgeon assigned to perform that autopsy. His many conversations with this doctor who went on to become the Head of Vascular Surgery at a nearby major hospital provided the first hand, true life account that has formed the basis for his novel. In another life, he was sports editor of his high school newspaper, the Valley Stream Crier. As a baby boomer, Dr.Friedel has a special interest in biopics about the stars of the late 50's and early 60's. He has combined his knowledge of forensic medicine and psychiatry to write The Red Diary, a memoir based on the last years of Marilyn Monroe's life. This period piece explains her murder and the massive cover-up that followed. The Regenerates is a much more lighthearted and sexy romp. A sports medicine physician falls in love with two women, while developing a method of regenerating super limbs. He performs this operation on several unlikely patients, who he then adds to the roster of a failing football team. The results are outlandish, yet inspiring. Roadside Unrest is a horror story about a roadside memorial tree with special powers. When a loving family moves into the model neighborhood and petitions for the tree's removal, all hell breaks loose.
The 26-year-old veteran assassin was working a job in Dallas, Texas. And judging from his nervousness, it had to be a very big job at that. Sal Romano stood behind a wooden picket fence, chest high, looking down the sloping grass hill to the cordoned off three lane highway below. The target run was the 80-yard stretch on Elm Street that lay beneath him. This portion of the thoroughfare, from the Stemmons Freeway sign continuing to the storm drain opening, had been chosen as the location for the crossfire. Hidden below ground, the tunneled rain catch basin was marked above by the walking path that led from the Pagoda down to the sidewalk manhole. That sniper’s nest and where he presently stood were the key spots. The stately elm trees from which the street was named were in full fall foliage. These, the overhanging branches of the few evergreens, along with the fence, itself, would provide him excellent cover. Sal and his ten-man security team had been there over an hour, nervously smoking cigarettes, milling about in their assigned sites, waiting. Then waiting some more. A few spectators, including a uniformed kid soldier who had minutes before been ordered down the knoll, had taken vantage sites sufficiently below him to be out of his line of fire. Dealy Plaza was quite empty, as per the plan. Still, there was an electric buzz of anticipation from the less than one hundred people present. It was twelve twenty and the parade would soon appear.
Sal wore a standard blue winter weight Dallas police uniform as his disguise. His left cordovan shoe was perched on the bottom rung of the fence, and he used it to slightly raise himself up. Every few moments, he would alternate between this wooden crossbar and stepping back, the passenger side front bumper of the station wagon, which was several inches higher but almost a foot from the fence.
Below him and to his right was his partner, Frank Sturgis, dressed in denim railroad workers’ jeans and an unbuttoned red and white striped flannel yard shirt. The faded uniform shirt hung loosely down over his trim waist. Underneath he wore a short sleeve white T-shirt. Sturgis knelt by the right front tire, next to a large leather case which held the sniper rifle.
Sturgis’ back and the soles of his work shoes faced the passenger side door. A standard yellow hard hat was strapped loosely below his chin.
Both men were partially hidden from view on the parking lot side by three vehicles, two sedans and the beat-up muddy station wagon parked in the middle. The autos had been moved there early Thursday evening in preparation. Sal took a final drag on the Camel, and then flicked the smoldering unfiltered butt over the fence.
To Sal's left, only partially visible as he knelt in the bushes growing up against the Pagoda wall, was a film photographer. He wore a similar police uniform, and held an 8mm. movie camera with a telephoto lens.
A casually dressed photographer stood next to a large mounted movie camera deep in the bowels of the marble monument on top of the Plaza. Both man and object were completely obscured by the deep shadows created by the overhanging roof of the Pagoda. The camera operator had just finished using the telescopic of the three lenses on the 16mm. camera, which rested on the heavy tripod. Switching to the medium range lens, he again panned the relatively sparse crowd on the opposite side of Elm, continuing down to the overpass. He now aimed the camera back to the corner where Houston Street intersected Elm and held it, ready and still filming.
