The Bay of Pigs Invasion was an unsuessful attempt by a CIA trained force of Cuban exiles to invade southern Cuba with support from the U.S. armed forces to overthrow the Cuban government of Fidel Castro. The plan had been launched in April 1961, a few months after JFK became president. The Cuban forces had been trained and equipped by the Eastern Bloc nations, defeated the Cuban exiles.
The the force of Cuban exiles was made up of about 1,300 individuals. While the Cuban government’s force was made up of 25,000 army, 200,000 militia, and 9,000 armed police. The casualties for the Cuban exiles were 118 killed and the rest of the 1201 captured. While the casualties for the Cuban government’s was 176 of the army killed, 4,000-5,000 militia killed, missing, or wounded.
Though the invasion started on April 17, the Cuban exiles planned a diversion near Baracoa, Oriente Province, on the night of April 14/15. The U.S. placed several destroyers off the coast of Cuba to look like an invasion. At dawn the Cuban airforce launched a reconnaissance sortie that crashed into the sea. At 6 a.m. April 15 three groups of bombers were sent by the U.S. to destroy armed aircraft in Cuba for preperation for the invasion. The invasion lasted three days before the U.S. lost.
On the first day of the invasion at 6:30 a.m. the Cuban airforce started attacking U.S. ships still unloading troops. At 7:30 a.m. 177 American paratroopers landed in Cuba and were partially successful at blocking the roads. By noon the Cuban militia succeded at taking a town called Palpite. At 4 p.m. Fidel Castro joined the Cuban forces. On the second day by 10:30 a.m. Cuban forces had taken another town, called Playa Larga. At 5 p.m. U.S. forces attacked a group of 12 buses leading tanks and Cuban troops with bombs and napalm. On the third day, without anymore support the U.S. forces retreated to the beach and were exacuated.
By William
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
The Inner Struggle
Even before my presidency, I had struggled from the age of thirteen. I had severe abdominal pain, and was soon taken to the Mayo Clinic, where I was diagnosed with colitis. By 1940, the pain surely increased, until it turned into a severe back pain, it felt as if knives were constantly poking and teasing my back muscles and spine. A few years later, I was finally diagnosed with Addison's disease. I had many back operations and chiropractic visits regularly, to keep the pain and disease from killing me. This is a disease that would eventually claim my life, had I not been assassinated.
Another struggle I faced, was the mental stress of having to deal with the Cuban missile crisis, in 1962, during the Cold War. . I, as the president, was faced with the action of trying to remove Russian missiles from Cuba. I had to do this in a way where neither the Russians (Then the Soviet Union) nor' the Cubans, for this could lead to enemies and nuclear warfare. Two weeks into Cuba's progress of creating the missile bases, I and our country made an agreement with Russia to remove the missiles from Cuba, shortly after navigating our way to remove the Jupiter missiles from Turkey. This was the closest our country has ever been t having a nuclear war.
On November 22nd, 1963, while riding through Dallas Texas in my motorcade, I was shot once in the head, putting my life to an end. The Us HSCA investigated this assassination for months, and finally came to the conclusion that the assassin who shot me was a man named Lee Harvey Oswald. Although this man was accused of killing me, he himself was assassinated a short time before his trial. It was taken in an American poll that 80% of Americans believed contrary to the man accused, and everyone had their own story to tell, of their own suspicions and accusations. This is still a worldwide debate that will most likely going on for decades more.
All in all, I was the youngest president elected, and the youngest to die. There are many memorials in my name and monuments to remember me by. Although many Americans disapprove of my work as president, I still fall high in the presidential ranks, for I believed what I did for the country was the smartest and most educated decisions made at the time. Sure, I was confused and obligated with other business, such as my disease and sickness, although I, like every other man, am human, with a mind of a human. My name is John Fitzgerald Kennedy, and I was the 35th president of the United States of America.
By Pierce Arnold
Another struggle I faced, was the mental stress of having to deal with the Cuban missile crisis, in 1962, during the Cold War. . I, as the president, was faced with the action of trying to remove Russian missiles from Cuba. I had to do this in a way where neither the Russians (Then the Soviet Union) nor' the Cubans, for this could lead to enemies and nuclear warfare. Two weeks into Cuba's progress of creating the missile bases, I and our country made an agreement with Russia to remove the missiles from Cuba, shortly after navigating our way to remove the Jupiter missiles from Turkey. This was the closest our country has ever been t having a nuclear war.
On November 22nd, 1963, while riding through Dallas Texas in my motorcade, I was shot once in the head, putting my life to an end. The Us HSCA investigated this assassination for months, and finally came to the conclusion that the assassin who shot me was a man named Lee Harvey Oswald. Although this man was accused of killing me, he himself was assassinated a short time before his trial. It was taken in an American poll that 80% of Americans believed contrary to the man accused, and everyone had their own story to tell, of their own suspicions and accusations. This is still a worldwide debate that will most likely going on for decades more.
All in all, I was the youngest president elected, and the youngest to die. There are many memorials in my name and monuments to remember me by. Although many Americans disapprove of my work as president, I still fall high in the presidential ranks, for I believed what I did for the country was the smartest and most educated decisions made at the time. Sure, I was confused and obligated with other business, such as my disease and sickness, although I, like every other man, am human, with a mind of a human. My name is John Fitzgerald Kennedy, and I was the 35th president of the United States of America.
By Pierce Arnold
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Introduction
My name Is John Fitzgerald Kennedy. I was born May 29, 1917 in Brookline, Massachusetts. I am Joseph Kennedy and Rose Fitzgerald's second born son of nine children. I graduated from Harvard Law School in 1940, where I shortly afterwards joined the United States navy. I was first recognized for my patriotic and heroic events in 1943, when my tanker boat was rammed by Japanese enemy forces. Despite grave injuries, I led my the survivors through the harsh and perilous waters to safety. Later after returning home from the war, I became a Democratic Congressman for my local Boston area, later moving up to Senate in 1953. This was my first step into politics and my first experience as a politician.
Not too many years later, I gained the vice presidential nomination for the Democratic party. Four years after that, I became the first-ballot nominee for President of the United States of America. It was a tough battle, but finally I pulled through, and became the US's first Roman-Catholic President. Although many disagreed with my work as a president, others strongly supported my decisions and actions. I'd have to say that my biggest mistake, although working out in the end, was the Bay of Pigs Invasion, which I will further explain later. On November 1963, after barely one-thousand days in Presidency, I was shot down and killed by an assassins bullet as my motorcade passed through Dallas Texas. I was the youngest man elected, and the youngest to die.
Not too many years later, I gained the vice presidential nomination for the Democratic party. Four years after that, I became the first-ballot nominee for President of the United States of America. It was a tough battle, but finally I pulled through, and became the US's first Roman-Catholic President. Although many disagreed with my work as a president, others strongly supported my decisions and actions. I'd have to say that my biggest mistake, although working out in the end, was the Bay of Pigs Invasion, which I will further explain later. On November 1963, after barely one-thousand days in Presidency, I was shot down and killed by an assassins bullet as my motorcade passed through Dallas Texas. I was the youngest man elected, and the youngest to die.
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