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    Benghazi

    By Joe Bob Newman

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    A lone American SEAL with four bullet wounds has escaped the Benghazi Embassy and is making his way inland. He is being chased by an Army of ISIS towel heads. His four wounds are all leaking blood and his radio is smashed. He is alone, needing help. A young Libyan woman helps him get away and he promises to take her to America in exchange for her help! Finally, they make it to the coast with only a small chance of being rescued. Josh makes a pledge to kill whoever is responsible for the Embassy massacre. Will it be the President, the Secretary of State or someone else that he begins to hunt down? Sakina doesn’t have a passport, no ID, and doesn’t even know her exact birth date. How will she get out of the country and into America?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJoe Bob Newman
    Release dateDec 8, 2021
    ISBN9781005961022
    Benghazi
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    Joe Bob Newman

    I have been writing mystery and fiction books since 1982. I have never considered having any published until now. My career has been in writing technical documents for the defense industry. By profession I am a mechanical engineer, P.E. I have six grand children.. During the summer months, I spend a lot of time in the mountains of New Mexico. Watching wildlife and observing the ecology. i also enjoy riding my 4-wheeler. I built a cabin by myself, just above a stream filled with trout, perhaps i should say am building, I have been working on it for twenty years and it is still not finished, but it is livable, it has electricity, running water and a septic system. With that, I am happy to live there in the summer months and for a week or two in the winter, but I have found that I am not much of a "snow" person. I do hope you read and enjoy my books as much as I enjoyed writing them! Thanks for visiting my page. Joe Bob Newman

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      Benghazi - Joe Bob Newman

      Benghazi

      A SEALs Story

      Joe Bob Newman

      Benghazi

      Copyright 2022 © Joe Bob Newman

      Cover Design by: Laura Shinn

      Published by: Smashwords

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      All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the above copyright owner.

      This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

      This Book was written, edited and published in the USA !

      Benghazi

      Other Books by Joe Bob Newman:

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      Bad Decision (Action/Suspense)

      The Old Bull (Action/Romance)

      CIA The Slave Traders (Action)

      A Really Bad Day (Mystery)

      Tennessee Kyle (Western)

      When the Reaper Calls (Suspense)

      The Craft II - A New Beginning (Science Fiction)

      The Cravings of an Old Man (Fiction)

      Lost Highway (Science Fiction)

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      Benghazi

      Josh Hamilton, an American Navy SEAL, was trying to make his way back to the Benghazi Embassy Grounds. The Ambassador was dead! He had died gruesomely, dragged through the street then his head had been severed, by some knife wielding ISIS goon. It wasn’t clear when the Ambassador had died, but he was most certainly dead now. Josh had been with the Ambassador, then the Ambassador had given him an assignment to deliver a document to a Cleric. The Ambassador had seemed safe with a Libyan security detail, so Josh had delivered the document and come back to find that all hell had broken loose. The Libyan detail was no where to be found. Every place that he looked seemed to be in chaos. The streets were full of rag-heads sporting rifles and large knives. The constant chatter of gun fire filled the air. Buildings were burning and smoke blotted out the sunlight. Josh wondered, Just what in the hell had happened?

      It was the eleventh of September 2012, it was the anniversary of nine-eleven, one of the worst days in American history. Josh looked at his watch, it was ten-forty local time. He had been shot four times. He was hiding, trying to figure out what to do. He had no way to contact anyone and he was losing blood rapidly. The garrison had been left alone and no reinforcements had come regardless of who had called the request in. Another question that was haunting him was, Why had they been abandoned?

      He had never heard of an Embassy not being reinforced. There should have been Marines flooding in, but that hadn’t happened. Something bad must be going on. That was the only explanation! Why had the Marines or the American Army not responded?

      The local Police and Militia had rapidly disappeared. Again, the question, why?

      When Josh got near to the embassy, it was on fire and clearly had been over run by terrorists. There was no sign of anyone from the embassy left alive, so there was no reason to go to it now. For the first time in his adult life, he had run away from the action rather than towards it. He didn’t feel good about that, but if the SEAL and contractor teams had retreated, he had no idea where they might have gone. He was all alone now. He began to wonder out loud, "Where would they retreat to?

      However, he knew there was no place to retreat to. They had to have fought to the last man and were most probably all dead. ISIS didn’t like to take prisoners here! Beheadings were the order of the day for ISIS. Videos of beheadings were flooding the internet.

      To make matters worse, he was now being chased by the ISIS towel heads. He had four bullet holes in his body that were leaking blood. The body armor that he had worn had protected him, but not enough. Loss of blood had not affected his judgement just yet, but the pain was creeping rather rapidly to a point that he was going to have to treat the wounds. He had three hypodermic needles of morphine. But he knew he should save them. Now was not the time to be giddy. He needed a clear head if he was going to escape. That brought on a new question, escape to where? There was no place to escape to. Men with guns seemed to be everywhere, all seemingly looking for him!

      Josh was hiding behind a battered concrete wall and was furiously placing bandages around the worst of his wounds. That would be the one in his left side, and the one in his upper right shoulder. The shoulder wound bullet had just missed his clavicle and had exited out his back. His left hand had a hole right through the glove and he knew that the bullet had gone through the palm of his hand. He could see clean through his hand. He needed to be in a hospital, but that wasn’t an option right now. He would just have to man up and suffer through it.

      The fourth bullet had gone through his right calf. Except for the bullet in his side, all bullets had gone clean through. So far, Josh believed that none of the wounds were life threatening, however, they needed to be dealt with. He couldn’t allow them to keep bleeding. He needed to be airlifted to the big carrier out in the Mediterranean Sea. But, that was clearly not to be, he had more problems to deal with. Problems that were urgent, how to survive when severely wounded and being chased by a small army. The savages that were chasing him were clearly out for blood.

      Josh had taped a white bandage over the wound in his side and then taped it up very tightly. The wound in his right shoulder was more difficult. It was bleeding the most, he placed two pads, one on each side of the shoulder bullet holes and taped it as best as he could. His left hand barely reached the far wound. But, he did the best that he could!

      Taking off his blood soaked glove, he wrapped gauze around his hand and then put his glove back on. His middle finger on his left hand wouldn’t function, something seemed broken or severed.

      He now just needed to deal with the calf wound! His sock was soaked with dark red and black blood. On a scale of one to ten, he guessed his pain level was a seven, he had no choice, he had to work through it.

      He just needed a few minutes and then he could move on and hopefully find a safe extraction point. He told himself again, that there was no point in trying to go back to the Embassy now, the other guys appeared to have been over-run and were probably dead or captured. He couldn’t help them now at all, his priorities had shifted, he couldn’t help anyone but himself, and he wasn’t certain about that. Someone had to get out and tell the story of being abandoned, that appeared to be him, he was certain that he was the only one left.

      Josh’s problem was, his radio had taken a direct bullet and had been shattered. The bullet had gone completely through the radio and then penetrated his left side. It wasn’t deep, but it wasn’t good.

      He had his personal telephone, but it didn’t work for some reason. His phone had always worked here, he had no idea why it wasn’t working at the moment. It was currently his only life line, and he couldn’t lose it or let the battery run down. He turned the phone off to save the battery.

      He pulled his right pant’s leg up and wrapped the last of his gauze around his calf and taped it tightly, maybe too tightly. He could always loosen it, but he had to stop the bleeding.

      Now that he had the wounds covered, he had to take stock of what his condition was. In his left holster, he had the forty-five semi-automatic hand gun with a belt full of ammunition. Stuck down in his belt, he had the forty-caliber semi-automatic hand gun with two boxes of ammo, and then he had his baby, the silenced Colt M4A1. It fires a 5.56 caliber round, weighs about 5.6 pounds. For a short rifle, it was very effective. He had close to two thousand rounds for it in his back pack. He could and had defended himself so far. The little rifle was light weight and accurate to a great distance. He was not sure just yet, how far the bullets would travel accurately, but he knew it was a long ways. The rifle was new to him, it was primarily a burp gun or light machine gun. If he held the trigger down, it literally sprayed out lead! It could easily shoot up to nine-hundred rounds a minute.

      The silence was broken by loud Arabic screaming. He is here, behind the wall, surround him, don’t let him get away! ISIS clearly wanted to capture the SEAL and cut off his head. Josh wasn’t going to allow that, he was going to get away from the rag-heads. He would not let himself be captured, he would die first. He had seen what they did to the Ambassador. Being alive and having your head cut off with a knife was not something that Josh was going to allow. He would fight to the death, hopefully, not his!

      Josh understood Libyan Arabic at least most of the local strain. He had been in Libya for nine months now and had learned the good and the bad of the country. Actually there was more bad than good, as far as he was concerned. The current dictator was cruel and inhumane.

      ISIS also controlled many of the streets. ISIS was to be feared more than the dictator though. They hated Americans and were ruthless.

      The towel heads would be on him any second. Josh looked all around and ran for a small building sitting all alone. It was a mud hut, but it had a ladder, he could get on top of the building. That would give him superior range of fire and shooting ability, but would also trap him on the roof. He would just have to take a chance and hope that he was thinking straight.

      Josh was wearing a Kevlar vest and had a one foot by two foot Kevlar shield. He was wearing standard tactical SEAL gear. He was physically and mentally prepared for where he was at, but he still felt handicapped.

      He leaped up the ladder and was on the roof. He doubled around facing the way that he had come. He placed the shield in front of his face and almost immediately a Thud hammered into the shield. He saw the towel head and aimed the small rifle at him and fired twice. The man went down and Josh looked for more of the martyrs. He couldn’t see any so he reached in the back pack and pulled out a candy bar and a Coke. He quickly wolfed them both down and put the trash back in his back pack. The snack relieved his hunger pains and seemed to fight his need for sugar.

      He saw the head stick around the concrete wall and then there were more than a dozen men looking for him. Josh was still and watched. They might miss him and just go on by. Nope, he had to kill them, he had to kill all of them. He couldn’t let them get behind him. He needed a clear avenue to make his escape.

      By his own count, he had killed six of them so far to this point. He had no feeling for them, other than they were the enemy and had probably killed all his friends. They had cold bloodedly murdered the Ambassador. He planned to send as many as he could to the land of virgins that they yearned for.

      He laid both handguns out where he could get to them and switched to automatic fire mode. He aimed the stubby rifle barrel at the men. They were now out in the street; he started at the far right one, and quickly shot each of them one time. They weren’t certain where he was and they hesitated. That gave Josh time to shoot and hopefully kill all fourteen of the men. But it wasn’t over, more heads were sticking around the corner, and they had spotted Josh. Josh raised the shield up just in time to keep from being shot in the head.

      Just as soon as there was a lull in the action, Josh began shooting again, then nothing, the magazine was empty. He had to reload. That took only seconds and Josh noted that the barrel was smoking. It was too hot, he needed to use his hand guns for a few minutes.

      The forty-five was a heavy gun, that packed one-hell-of-a-punch. It had a sixteen round clip and he made use of it. He made three head shots at bodies that were trying to get up. Then of all things to happen, bullets began coming through the earthen roof from inside the building. One hit the forty-five and knocked it out of his hand. His left hand was again bloody. Loading his back pack up, he crawled to the far side of the building. He threw the back pack off and jumped to the ground, sending stinging nerves up through his injured right leg. Looking around the edge of the building, he saw three ISIS men out in the open. He cut them down with a sustained blast from the Colt rifle. He thought about his pain level, it was now an eight, he needed the morphine in the worst way, but there wasn’t time for a shot.

      Josh grabbed the back pack and ran about fifty yards out into a field and jumped into a deep bomb crater. It was about five-foot deep and five-foot in diameter. He sat down and reloaded. He was missing the forty-five, he hadn’t seen where it had ended up at. He was somewhat safe for a few moments, but he couldn’t rest, at least, not yet. He took the opportunity to catch his breath and slow his breathing down.

      It was getting dark now, he stood up in the bomb crater and looked all around. He could see no one. He sat back down and pulled out the night vision headgear. He was going to need it. The sun had now set and it was getting dark quickly.

      He pulled out an MRE, a ready to eat meal and he ate something that he wasn’t sure of and drank water from his canteen. He looked at the telephone. It was still off. He turned it on and waited somewhat impatiently. Suddenly, it had a signal and he called Mark, but there was no answer. He hadn’t actually expected one. Mark Grogan had been at the embassy. Mark was probably dead. He tried the other three men with no success. There had been eight SEAL’s at the embassy, Josh was the eighth SEAL. Seven good men dead, there had been no way out of the embassy, you fought until you ran out of bullets, or died. They were surely dead, there was no place for them to fall back to. Josh had to find a way out and it had to be soon, he was now feeling the effects of blood loss, but still didn’t want to use the morphine shots. He wasn’t out of danger yet, that seemed funny, maybe the blood loss was affecting him after all.

      Josh stood up and looked around again. There were two men walking away from him. Raising up the colt rifle, he shot them both in the back of the head. Almost immediately a hail of gun fire splattered around him, the shots had come from the building that he had been on top of. Slowly he sighted in on the lone shooter and shot him right in the face. All was quiet for a little while. Josh sat down at the back of the crater and waited for it to get darker. He made certain that the colt was fully loaded and the silencer-fire suppressor was threaded on tightly. The barrel was still smoking, he had to let it cool for as long as he could.

      Then, he began to think, there was no way out of here, all their requests to be extracted had been met with silence. Why would the American Government ignore them? The day had started out so peacefully, what had gone wrong? Who was responsible for this mess, why had the Ambassador really left the embassy? The word setup came to mind. Had the Ambassador and the SEAL team been setup?

      There was no answer to any of those questions. This had never happened before. Something was very wrong. Why would the government write them off, apparently that was what had happened. This was clearly something that went past the Secretary of State, it went all the way to the President. Josh made an agreement, if he got out of here, he would kill both of them. They had left so many to just die. It wasn’t fair and it just wasn’t right. There had to be

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