whirling in his seat, youngblood shouted ladybird johnson said he shouted in a voice i have never heard him use before, get down, get down, and grabbing johnson's right shoulder youngblood linked -- yankton down to the floor, in the center of the car. he almost leaped over the back of the front seat and threw his body over the vice president's body shouting again, get down, get down. by the time, only a matter of eight seconds later that the next two sharper ports had cracked out everyone knew what they were now. lyndon johnson was down on the floor in the back seat of the car, curled over on his right side. the sudden large -- loud, sharp sound, the hand suddenly grabbing the shoulder and pulling in down, now he was on the floor. his face on the floor with the weight of a big man lying on top of him pressing and down, lyndon johnson would say that he would never forget his knees in my back at his elbows in my back and young blood is sitting half sitting at half lying on top of him to protect a man young blood is wearing a short wave radio to keep in communication with other cars and ov