That book on Benghazi

Editor's note: This is adapted from Sgt. Morgan Jones and Damien Lewis' book The Embassy House, which recounts the night four Americans, including Ambassador Chris Stevens, died in the attack on the U.S. Consulate in Benghazi. "Morgan Jones" is a pseudonym for Dylan Davies. He also called himself Morgan Jones in a segment on 60 Minutes, now hotly disputed because an FBI report has come to light contradicting his story. In the book and on air, he claimed he fought at the compound. But he told the FBI he was not there. In light of this news, 60 Minutes reporter Lara Logan apologized Friday and retracted the report. 60 Minutes will correct the record tonight, and the book's publisher has suspended sales. Benghazi remains so controversial that nonetheless we thought you'd like to read some of Davies' account.

By Morgan Jones and Damien Lewis

In the months following the Benghazi Embassy siege I learned the fuller picture of what happened during that fateful night, both at the Mission itself and at the Annex, only a short drive away from the Mission. Tensions were running high that evening, because of a recce (reconnaissance) mission that a Libyan policeman, or more likely a bad guy posing as a policeman, had carried out that morning. We'd caught him taking photos of the Mission's front gate and grounds, and we feared it was in preparation for an attack.

I had served at the Mission for six months as the security manager overseeing the Libyan guard force, one employed by Blue Mountain Group, a British private security company. My role was to recruit, train and oversee the guards, but due to my extensive experience of such security operations I also worked closely with the Americans stationed at the Mission, in an effort to improve its wider security.

As we were all painfully aware, the defenses at the embassy were woefully inadequate, plus the city of Benghazi itself was becoming ever more dangerous, especially for Americans and/or their allies. This is how it went down.

Shortly after nightfall 50 gunmen from the Shariah Brigade — a Libyan militia tied to al-Qaida — rushed the Mission. They threatened the Blue Mountain guards with assault rifles and RPGs. Basically, the guards — who were unarmed and defenseless, because the State Department contract dictated that they be unarmed and defenseless — were ordered to open the side gate or else be killed.

The one thing my unarmed guard force did do was raise the alarm. Alerted to an attack, Alex, the lead regional security officer (RSO), could see via the CCTV monitors in the Tactical Operations Center (TOC) what was unfolding. Scores of heavily armed gunmen were streaming into the darkened compound.

Ambassador Stevens had retired to the VIP Villa approximately 30 minutes before the attack, having finished an evening meeting with the Turkish ambassador to Libya. Stevens was alone in the VIP Villa, apart from Sean Smith, an IT guy who was only days into his posting and who was also billeted there, and one of the ambassador's close protection guys, who was watching a video in the villa's common area.

The two RSOs, Dave and Scotty, were relaxing at the rear of the VIP Villa, in the outside seating area, along with the second of the ambassador's close protection (CP) guys. Dave and Scotty heard explosions and gunfire coming from the front entrance, and a warning of the attack was radioed through to them by the Blue Mountain guard force.

Scotty headed into the VIP Villa to secure the ambassador and Sean. He grabbed his weaponry — a combat shotgun, M4 assault rifle, plus a SIG Sauer pistol — and got the ambassador and Sean to don their body armor. He got them into the safe area and locked and secured it, with the three of them inside. That done, Scotty radioed through a confirmation of their whereabouts to Alex in the TOC. He then took up a defensive position inside the safe area, with a view through the steel gates covering any route of ingress of any potential enemy.

Meanwhile the ambassador's CP guy who'd been watching the video in the Villa had sprinted for his room — in Villa B, opposite the TOC — where his weaponry was held. Scotty had passed his cellphone to the ambassador, who began making calls to the U.S. Embassy in Tripoli and to other local contacts, requesting assistance.

Just moments into the attack the third RSO, Alex, was also able to put a call through to the Annex, which was just a short drive away, alerting them to what had happened and asking for their help: "We're under attack. We need help. Please send help now . . ."

The dozen-strong CIA security team at the Annex — ex-Special Forces (SEALs and Delta Force) and other elite operators — were the cavalry that were called to the Mission's aid. That call was made at approximately 9:40 p.m. — barely minutes after the attack had been launched — and similar calls were put through to the Diplomatic Security team headquarters, in Washington, alerting them that the Benghazi Mission was under attack.

Dave linked up with Alex in the TOC to break out the M4 carbines, shotguns and ammo held there and don their body armor. Before doing so, they locked and barred the door to the TOC, and they could already hear the attackers trying to break in.

The ambassador's two CP guys were now in nearby Villa B, pulling on body armor and readying weaponry. That done, they attempted to return to the VIP Villa, where the ambassador was locked into the safe area. As they turned onto the dirt track leading to the VIP Villa they came up against a mass of the Shariah Brigade fighters. In the ensuing firefight they quickly realized how heavily they were outnumbered and outgunned. They were forced back into Villa B, together with one of my guard force. They barricaded themselves into a back room and took up defensive positions.

But by now the Shariah fighters had blown up the guardroom at the main gate and torched the QRF Villa which lay adjacent to the main gate and housed the Quick Reaction Force made up of a local Libyan militia. They captured two of my guard force and made them kneel inside the front gate, beat them and carried out mock executions. Guns were put to the guards' heads, and triggers pulled on empty chambers. Having made it clear they were "only here to kill Americans," the attackers shot one of the guards in both kneecaps before turning to their main task — the hunt.

They spread out through the wider compound searching for American targets. At around 9:50 p.m. — 10 minutes after the attack began — Ambassador Stevens managed to place a call through to Tripoli using a cellphone. He spoke to the U.S. Embassy in Tripoli, his warning triggering the mustering of a small, ad hoc Quick Reaction Force (QRF), which was apparently all the Tripoli Embassy could manage due to the lack of available airframes to fly them to Benghazi.

The Shariah Brigade fighters converged on the VIP Villa and broke into its interior. Unable to penetrate the steel security gate barring off the safe area, they started banging on it and yelling violently and firing. The Shariah fighters decided to try to burn the occupants out. They fetched cans of diesel fuel stored near the QRF Villa. They torched the Mission's armored SUVs parked by the QRF Villa before turning back to the VIP Villa itself.

The villa's interior filled with thick black diesel smoke. Scotty realized the villa was on fire when the light became dim, as the smoke seeped into the safe area. He got the ambassador and Sean to retreat into a room at the rear — a bathroom. The three men got down on their hands and knees in an effort to avoid the thick black diesel smoke.

Scotty tried to seal the bathroom door using wet towels, but the smoke kept seeping inside. Scotty realized they couldn't last in there, and he yelled for the others to follow him as he made his way onto the roof. This involved moving into an adjacent bedroom, from where a window opened onto a patio and from there onto the roof. Crawling on his hands and knees and unable to see properly, he yelled for the others to follow. He showed them the way, banging on the floor to guide the ambassador and Sean to the exit. Scotty managed to make the window, open the security grille, and clamber outside, collapsing onto the small patio area.

As soon as he was visible to the Shariah fighters Scotty came under fire. Realizing that neither the ambassador nor Sean was with him, Scotty went back into the smoke-filled villa to search for them. He did this several times, but on each attempt the thick smoke and the boiling heat forced him to retreat outside. He kept doing this until he was close to being unconscious and then staggered up onto the villa roof and radioed for help.

In the TOC, Dave and Alex heard his radio call, but Scotty was so badly affected by the smoke that he was almost unintelligible. They finally realized what he was trying to tell them: that he didn't have the ambassador or Sean with him, and that they were trapped in the Villa's smoke-filled interior. Outside the TOC the Shariah fighters tried to break into Villa B, where the ambassador's two CP guys and the Libyan guard were holed up, but failed to do so.

Dave and Alex had watched all of this on CCTV. Leaving Alex in the TOC to man communications, Dave managed to fight his way across to the nearby Villa B — using a smoke grenade to cover his movements — and he reunited himself with the two CP guys. Together the three of them made their second foray into the grounds of the embassy, trying to get from the TOC to the VIP Villa. Driven back by ferocious enemy fire, they grabbed an armored SUV parked outside the TOC and used it to break through the hordes of fighters now occupying the compound.

Dave and the two CP guys made it to the VIP Villa and headed for the roof to put down fire onto the enemy. There they discovered Scotty, who was vomiting from severe smoke inhalation and in danger of losing consciousness.

Dave and the CP guys took up positions on the villa roof, so they could put down aimed shots onto the scores of heavily armed Shariah fighters now converging on their position. This was the fallback defense plan if the compound itself was taken — the idea being to hold the VIP Villa long enough for reinforcements to arrive and break the siege, and drive off the attackers. But as Dave would make so clear in a cellphone call to me, they had little hope of any force getting to their aid in time, due to the massive numbers of enemy surging into the compound.

All three of them — Dave and the ambassador's two CP guys — made repeated forays into the interior of the villa, using the same route through the window that Scotty had employed, searching for the ambassador and Sean. They were forced to snake along on their bellies, to try to keep below the thick and suffocating smoke. In spite of their efforts all they achieved was to make themselves violently sick, and all three ended up on the verge of losing consciousness.

I was billeted away from the Mission compound, but just as soon as I'd got the warning call from my guards, I'd got my driver, Massoud, to head over to my place with weapons. We'd set out across the city, intent on launching a one-man rescue mission.

Meanwhile, at the nearby Annex, the CIA's head of security had heard explosions echoing from the direction of the Mission. A seven-man team led by ex-Navy SEAL Tyrone S. Woods assembled — grabbing weaponry, ammunition, and night vision equipment in preparation for leaving the Annex to go to the aid of those under siege at the Mission.

Tyrone Woods was a member of the Annex's Global Response Staff, former elite forces members contracted to provide security to CIA agents operating out of the Annex. Woods had served with the U.S. Navy's SEAL Team Three and had won the Bronze Star with a Combat V for valorous duty in Iraq.

In 2007 he'd left the military and was working in the Annex as a Global Response Staff member, and he was hugely respected in that role. Ty Woods and his team were going to the Mission's aid, with or without the blessing of the Annex CIA COB (chief of base). It took 25 minutes from their first being alerted to the attack for the team from the Annex to be ready to go to the Mission's rescue.

It was just after 10 p.m. when they set out driving two armored Toyota Land Cruisers. There were six of them, as one operator had been left to man radios — a vital role. In the time it had taken them to prepare to leave they had tried to muster support from various pro-government militias in Benghazi — which in part accounts for the delay — but none seemed willing to come to their aid.

It took that six-man team a good 25 minutes to drive the short distance to the Mission compound. They ran into scores of Shariah gunmen and their gun trucks. Roadblocks had been put in place to stop any relief force getting to the Mission, and — unlike Massoud and myself driving a local vehicle — the Annex team in their armored SUVs were highly distinctive from some distance away.

At one point the Annex team stopped to try to convince militia members to join them in their efforts to retake the Mission, but the QRF team was forced to move ahead with no help and taking savage fire as they drew closer to the Mission.

This was the blackest of nights, a night of criminal failure, of individual acts of unrivaled heroism, and of untold savagery and murderous intent on the part of America's enemies. But when I first deployed to Benghazi, I had not the slightest inkling about the nightmare that was coming.

© 2013 by Morgan Jones and Damien Lewis. Printed by permission.

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