The Secret Soldiers Of Benghazi (2016)...: 13 Hours

But the GRS team wasn't built for tired. They were built for the "thirteenth hour"—that stretch of time where the world forgets you exist, where no drones are overhead, and no quick-reaction force is screaming across the horizon to save you.

The silence was broken by the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of a mortar tube. Jack didn't need to see it to know. He felt it in his teeth. "Incoming!" 13 Hours The Secret Soldiers Of Benghazi (2016)...

Jack stood on the roof of the Annex, the matte finish of his rifle cool against his palms. In the distance, the honey-colored glow of the city felt deceptive. Somewhere out there, the Ambassador’s compound was a skeleton of smoke and ash, and the reality of their situation was sinking in like lead. But the GRS team wasn't built for tired

"Rone," Jack muttered into his comms, his voice low enough to stay under the wind. "You think they’re coming back for a second round?" Jack didn't need to see it to know