He told us that President Kennedy had died.
He told us that we had landed a man on the moon.
He walked us through national conventions.
No one was elected President until he said so.
The Viet Nam War ended when he said it was time to go.
He reported on the bombings of London.
And the Olympic skiers in Squaw Valley.
There were never any articles about his hairstyle.
We never knew whether he was Republican or Democrat.
He reassured us in times of national crisis.
Celebrated our triumphs and called us on our shortcomings.
He had no agendas.
He wasn’t folksy or perky.
He was the voice of reason.
The conscience of the country.
He was just… Uncle Walter. The most trusted man in America. And now that voice has been silenced. We’ve lost the last true journalist the broadcast industry will ever see. Just how monumental is his passing?
Name me one person, anybody, who could be called the most trusted man in America now. I can’t think of one either.
God bless you, Walter Cronkite. You were the best that ever was.
And that's the way it is.