Witness Describes McVeigh's Final Moments

Ginny Moser and her husband Cal, an Oklahoma City bombing survivor, watched the closed-circuit feed of Timothy McVeigh's execution. What was it like? How did they feel watching the man they say gave them a life sentence take his last breath? Ginny tells us in her own words.

June 11, 2001, is the day that the ultimate price for the ultimate crime was paid. That was death!

Timothy James McVeigh was executed by lethal injection for his guilt in the bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City on April 19, 1995.

Cal and I thought we were prepared to view the execution, and as much as one can prepare, we were ready.

We awoke at 2:15 a.m., showered and got dressed and left the house at 3:10 a.m. It was dark, but very warm outside and as we drove to the Federal Transfer Center in Oklahoma City we spoke little to each other. All of the words of pain and sorrow and love and compassion had already been spoken and we carried them with us in our hearts.

We arrived at the Federal Transfer Center approximately 4:10 a.m., parked our car and were directed where to go from there. Our identification was checked and the paper processing completely in a matter of a minute or two at the most. We were immediately escorted onto a waiting bus and rode the short distance to the viewing place.

I remember seeing all the police and federal officers as well as counselors and ministers that were there to assist us as needed. Their presence made us feel safe and secure. Whatever our needs, they were there to meet them. Cal and I appreciated that and we embraced them.

We knew today was a difficult day for them as well as for us, but they continued to do their jobs and serve us. Oklahomans helping Oklahomans. This warmed our hearts.

Upon arrival at the viewing site, we were escorted inside to find a room filled with rows of folding chairs, a large screen television set in the front of the room, and also overhead televisions so that viewing was accessible to everyone. We were offered coffee, water, fruit, juices, and whatever we needed. Cal chose an apple to eat, and I drank half a cup of coffee.

Monday began much like those days that we were in Denver to view the trials, very early and with a knot in my stomach. We had time to visit with other family members and survivors before the seven o'clock hour, and that is what we did. We embraced each other and spoke softly, as there was a quiet, respectful feeling in the room. This respect was for each other. We were each remembering our friends and co-workers lost, each in our own way.

Cal and I found our seats and sat for a while, then stood for a while. We were told that U.S. Attorney General John Aschroft was there and would speak to us. We listened as he spoke compassionately to us, yet also with respect to the judicial system. He spoke a few minutes and then left, as he had his obligations as U.S. Attorney General to fulfill. Cal and I both felt honored that he took the time to come to speak to family members and survivors, and not go to Indiana.

By this time, the tears had started for me.

Even though I prepared myself for this, it was more emotional than I thought it would be.

More time passed and we were informed about things that were happening in Terre Haute, Indiana. Several minutes later, we were told to be seated and that the execution would begin shortly.

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