Fifteen years ago today was the Oklahoma City bombing. Timothy McVeigh (April 23, 1968 – June 11, 2001)drove a Rider Truck filled with explosives in front of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal building in downtown Oklahoma City. McVeigh left the truck and detonated the explosives killing 168 people including 19 children who were in a daycare in the OKC Murrah Building.
Timothy James McVeigh (April 23, 1968 – June 11, 2001) was a United States Army veteran and former security guard who was convicted of detonating a truck bomb in front of the Alfred P. Murrah Building on April 19,
1995, killing 168 people, including 19 children under the age of six. It was the deadliest act of terrorism within the United States prior to the September 11, 2001 attacks, and is referred to as the Oklahoma City bombing. McVeigh, a militia movement sympathizer, sought revenge against the federal government for the Waco Siege which had ended in the deaths of 76 people exactly two years earlier. He also hoped to inspire a revolt against what he considered a tyrannical federal government. He was convicted of 11 federal offenses, sentenced to death, and executed on June 11, 2001. Terry Nichols and Michael Fortier were also convicted in the plot.
I remember where I was at 9:02 am on April 19, 1995. I was 17 years old - a junior in high school in Algebra 2.
I remember people running through the halls of my school in a small Oklahoma town frantically trying to reach loved ones who were in OKC that day. I remember my mother was on a field trip at the Oklahoma City Zoo that day with 60 1st graders. I remember that she felt the blast. I remember watching tv for hours on end during that week of the OKC bombing. I remember the terror I felt. I remember the loss of my youth, my innocence.
I remember visiting the site a week later and leaving flowers at the fence with my school mates. I remember packing up food items and donations to help the victims. I remember my friends' fathers helping in the rescue efforts. I remember the stories. I remember the people. I remember the babies. I remember the heros. I remember the pictures.
I remember, today, 15 years later, my state. I remember the way we came together. I remember the survivors. I remember those who lost husbands, wives, children, mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends. I remember our hope.
Timothy James McVeigh (April 23, 1968 – June 11, 2001) was a United States Army veteran and former security guard who was convicted of detonating a truck bomb in front of the Alfred P. Murrah Building on April 19,
1995, killing 168 people, including 19 children under the age of six. It was the deadliest act of terrorism within the United States prior to the September 11, 2001 attacks, and is referred to as the Oklahoma City bombing. McVeigh, a militia movement sympathizer, sought revenge against the federal government for the Waco Siege which had ended in the deaths of 76 people exactly two years earlier. He also hoped to inspire a revolt against what he considered a tyrannical federal government. He was convicted of 11 federal offenses, sentenced to death, and executed on June 11, 2001. Terry Nichols and Michael Fortier were also convicted in the plot.
I remember where I was at 9:02 am on April 19, 1995. I was 17 years old - a junior in high school in Algebra 2.
I remember people running through the halls of my school in a small Oklahoma town frantically trying to reach loved ones who were in OKC that day. I remember my mother was on a field trip at the Oklahoma City Zoo that day with 60 1st graders. I remember that she felt the blast. I remember watching tv for hours on end during that week of the OKC bombing. I remember the terror I felt. I remember the loss of my youth, my innocence.
I remember visiting the site a week later and leaving flowers at the fence with my school mates. I remember packing up food items and donations to help the victims. I remember my friends' fathers helping in the rescue efforts. I remember the stories. I remember the people. I remember the babies. I remember the heros. I remember the pictures.
I remember, today, 15 years later, my state. I remember the way we came together. I remember the survivors. I remember those who lost husbands, wives, children, mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends. I remember our hope.
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