âone evening, i remember it still to this dayâl thought iâd stop by his office to discuss a few things with him, and during the middle of the day, there was always a point to where he would take about thirty minutes to just catch his breath. so lâd gone down and sat in mrs. lincolnâs office, hoping iâd catch him before it was too late, but then the phone rang and the white house operator said, âpresident kennedy wants to speak with general clifton, please call his office. mrs. lincoln handed me the phone and i said, âyessir?â he started going on about nothing in particular, and i didnât quite understand what he needed from me, so l put the phone down and walked into his office, knowing he was by himself. it was the funniest sight; he was laying on his back on the floor, his feet propped up on the edge of his desk, the phone to his ear, saying, âhello? hello?â and i must have given him quite the shock. he said, âclifton, how did you get here so fast? iâm on the phone with you. i laughed and i said, âi was just outside. i didnât know what you were talking about, jack: and he smiled, sticking his hand out-which was a gesture that he wanted one of his foil-wrapped cigars i would always keep on me at all times for him-so l lit him the cigar, and he put one hand behind his head and said, well, i was just, i just wanted to know what you were up to. come, sit down, howâs the family? want some coffee?â
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