Hd13 Hours- The Secret Soldiers Of Benghazi -

The GRS had failed to save them. The weight of that failure would crush any other men. But the night was not over.

At 12:05 AM, September 12, the second wave began. HD13 Hours- The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi

At dusk, the GRS team wound down their day. Some worked out in the makeshift gym. Others cleaned their rifles—HK416s, suppressed MP5s, and M4s loaded with 77-grain Open Tip Match rounds. Rone Woods was on the phone with his wife, promising to be home soon for his daughter’s birthday. "I love you," he said. "I’ll call you tomorrow." The GRS had failed to save them

For the next two hours, the Annex became a bullet-strewn hellscape. RPGs streaked overhead, leaving trails of white smoke. Small-arms fire crackled non-stop. Oz Geist took a round to the leg that spun him around; he stuffed a QuickClot bandage into the wound and kept shooting. Tig Tiegen’s rifle jammed; he transitioned to his sidearm and fought through the malfunction. At 12:05 AM, September 12, the second wave began

The GRS scrambled. Jack Silva was first to the armored Toyota Land Cruisers. "Let’s move!" he yelled. But the CIA’s chief of base, codenamed "Bob," issued a contradictory order: Hold. Wait for the local Libyan militia allies to secure the route.

They knew Benghazi was a powder keg. Every night, they heard the rattle of AK-47s and the thump of RPGs in the distance. But on the evening of September 11, 2012—the eleventh anniversary of 9/11—the air felt different. Heavier.