"Where’s the Ambassador?" Rone demanded.
As a Libyan militia convoy finally arrived to secure the area, the GRS loaded the wounded and the dead onto a C-130 evacuation plane. Jack Silva sat next to Rone’s body bag, staring at the floor. He didn’t cry. Not yet. That would come later, alone, in a hotel room in Germany. HD13 Hours- The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi
The men guarding the Annex were not uniformed soldiers. They were ghosts—former Navy SEALs, Delta Force operators, and Marine Raiders who had traded their service stripes for polo shirts, tactical jeans, and Glocks hidden under untucked shirts. They were the Global Response Staff (GRS). Their official job was "diplomatic security." Their real job was to be the last line of steel between the Agency and the abyss. "Where’s the Ambassador
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." He didn’t cry
Among them was Jack Silva, a former SEAL sniper with tired eyes and a quiet laugh. Tyrone "Rone" Woods, a towering former SEAL with a warrior’s heart and a father’s tenderness. Mark "Oz" Geist, a rugged Marine veteran who moved with the slow, deliberate caution of a man who had seen too much. And John "Tig" Tiegen, a no-nonsense contractor who trusted only his brothers.