Hd13 Hours- The Secret Soldiers Of Benghazi Page

"We can’t get to him!" Wickland coughed, blood on his lips. "The smoke… the fire…"

And sometimes, an hour is everything.

The drive to the SMC was a gauntlet of hell. Streets that were quiet an hour ago were now alive with armed men in pickup trucks, waving black flags. The GRS drove with no lights, using night vision goggles to navigate the debris-strewn roads. Rone, in the lead vehicle, spotted a technical (a truck with a mounted machine gun) blocking the main road. "Hold on," he growled, and swerved through an alley, shattering a fruit cart. HD13 Hours- The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi

Finally, after 20 agonizing minutes, Bob relented. "Go. Get them." "We can’t get to him