I was in the 7th grade then and in geography class. Our teacher was called from the room. When he came back, we knew something awful had happened. He had such a stunned look on his face. He explained to us, as best he could, what had happened. That was the quietest our class had ever been. It's so sad. The picture of little John John saluting the flag drapped coffin of his father is as clear in my mind as if it was yesterday.