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Oklacity75
Here is my story...
I was senior at Westmoore High School on April 19, 1995. The school was holding a spring sports assembly. I and a friend of mine were photographers for the yearbook. We were taking photos of the students and the athletes. I remember seeing our Principal Wayne Canaday walk in to the gymnasium. I mentioned to my friend."Hey look over at Canaday something bad has happened." Mr. Canaday had a long look on his face. I said to my buddy. "I wonder what someone did this time." When the assembly ended Mr. Canaday approached the microphone. He stated "Students if you have family members that work downtown stay seated". He then dismissed everyone else back to class. I never will forget the look on his face. He stood there for what seemed like forever. When he finally spoke he said. "Students I don't tell you this...The federal building in downtown Oklahoma City has been bombed. The latest news reports state the entire building is gone. The buildings in the surrounding area have been heavily damaged and many injuries have been reported." The teachers and principals quietly ushered us to areas in the school were televisions had been placed.
My group was taken to the library. As they were tuning the TV to channel 9 I started worrying about my Grandpa. He worked at Globe Color Press on NW 4th. I wondered if he was one of the injured or what if he was killed.
When the image finally came on the TV I heard Kelly Ogle’s voice. He was talking to the pilot of Ranger 9. When the helicopter arrived at the building we all saw the south side of the building. I remember someone stating.” It’s not as bad as we thought." As soon as the helicopter panned around to the north side the room fell quite. We were all in shock all you could hear was the air conditioner running and one of the girls sobbing.
After a few minutes I left the library to find a phone. I went to my journalism teacher's office. I was on verge of crying. I told Mrs. Burr I need to make a call. She silently nodded and I made my call. I had to know if my grandpa was okay. I found out that he called my Grandma. He said that he felt the blast and him and some coworkers took refuge under a heavy table. They thought it was a gas main that exploded. They took cover and watched everything hit floor around them. I was so happy he was okay. The rest of the school day was a waste. We spent the rest of day in each class discussing the day’s events and consoling those who needed it.
The biggest thing I will remember from the bombing is the togetherness. The radio stations quit playing music and they opened the phone lines to everyone. The DJ's just listened to the callers and comforted those that were clearly in pain. I really admired how giving the people in this city were. What ever they needed down at the federal building was there in minutes. For every time we feel a need to complain about this great city we need to remember April 19, 1995. This city became a family that day. We came to each others side with compassion, money, food and anything else that was needed. The only city that shares a bond like ours is New York City.
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