By Jerry Schwartz
The Associated Press
The horse’s name was Black Jack. His saddle was empty, but boots were in the stirrups — backwards. Skittishly, he followed the body of John F. Kennedy on its last journey.
You could hear his hooves against the pavement, along with the clip-clop of the team of six white horses that pulled the caisson bearing the flag-bedecked coffin. And you could hear the muffled drums that resounded across Washington, and across the nation.