The U.S. economic crisis of August-September 1971, had been the opening of a truly revolutionary phase in my own life’s experience. Since the succession of the assassinations of, first, President John F. Kennedy and, then, that of a virtual Presidential candidate, his brother, Robert, the United States had been enmired into the launching of a foolish, post-Kennedy, U.S.A. war in Indo-China.

For me, an uncertain new modern history had begun with the virtually sudden death of U.S. President Franklin D. Roosevelt. That true great warrior of his time, had died not long after 1 PM, on April 12, 1945.