Summary: Today’s story begins on an ordinary Wednesday, in an ordinary dorm room in 1995. I was nearly finished with my first year of college, and as the semester was drawing to a close, I had a few assignment deadlines approaching. One of the assignments was for a paper I had to write. I have no idea which class it was or what the paper was about. <br> <br> What I do remember is that on this particular day I was up early trying to finish the paper before I headed off to work. It was shortly before 9am. I fired up the computer and turned on the local radio station. I sat there typing away for several minutes and didn’t think much of it when I heard a rumbling sound above me. I thought the guys in the room upstairs must have dragged something heavy across the floor.<br> <br> A few minutes later there was an interruption on the radio. The morning DJ announced that a major explosion had just occurred in downtown Oklahoma City. It was now just a few minutes after 9am and 168 lives, 19 of them children, had just been lost as a Ryder truck filled with explosives was detonated at the base of the Alfred P. Murrah federal building. Read More...
