someone and described what my husband looked like, saying he was tall, skinny, and black. maybe the person on the phone confirmed to the shooter it was him, and they shot him on the floor. the president was dead, and the attackers left soon after. moise believes they thought she was dead too. >> when you stood up and saw that he was dead, did you say anything to him? >> in my heart, i said something i used to tell him when he was alive, we are married for better or worse, and even beyond the grave. her left side bleeding and her right arm shredded by gunfire, she's eventually led out of the house by police and comes to a quick conclusion, the dozens of security guards normally on hand to protect the president, either let the attackers in or abandoned their post. there's no other explanation, you're there to protect a president and the president is dead, and you're nowhere to be found. adding that she was amazed,