Hd13 Hours- The Secret Soldiers Of Benghazi -

And sometimes, an hour is everything.

The team disembarked into chaos. Oz Geist took cover behind a concrete planter, his M4 spitting fire at muzzle flashes in the darkness. Tig Tiegen laid down suppressing fire while Rone Woods, moving with the fluid grace of a predator, sprinted toward the burning building. He kicked in a side door and dragged out a badly wounded DS agent, Scott Wickland, who had been hit in the arm and leg. HD13 Hours- The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi

Minutes bled. The radio screamed: Ambassador Chris Stevens and Sean Smith, a communications specialist, were trapped in the burning safe house. The attackers—a coalition of al-Qaeda-linked militants and Ansar al-Sharia—were pouring through the gates, armed with PKM machine guns, RPG-7s, and diesel-soaked rags. And sometimes, an hour is everything

The explosion was deafening. Shrapnel tore through his chest and neck. He fell backward off the roof, landing in a pool of his own blood. Silva and Oz rushed to him. Silva put pressure on the wound, but he could feel Rone’s pulse fluttering, then slowing. "Stay with me, brother," Silva whispered. Rone’s eyes, wide and clear, looked up at the Libyan sky. He tried to say something—maybe his daughter’s name—but only blood came out. Then he was gone. Tig Tiegen laid down suppressing fire while Rone