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‘When I die, pick up my gun’: bodyguard’s harrowing account of 2012 Benghazi attack that killed US ambassador

Ahmed Abu Khattala is accused of orchestrating the 2012 attack that killed ambassador Chris Stevens and three other Americans

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A diplomatic security agent testified Monday that after militants stormed the US diplomatic compound in Benghazi, Libya, he turned to US Ambassador Chris Stevens, who was hiding in a safe room, and said: “When I die, you need to pick up my gun and keep fighting.”

Agent Scott Wickland was the government’s first witness in a trial of Ahmed Abu Khattala, a Libyan suspected of orchestrating the 2012 attack that killed the ambassador and three other Americans. Wickland took the stand and gave a harrowing account of how he tried without success to save the ambassador and Sean Patrick Smith, a State Department information management officer.

The smoke from weapons’ fire and explosions was so thick and black that it blinded the three. They dropped to the floor and crawled on their bellies, gasping for air. Wickland said he was trying to lead them to a bathroom where he could close the door and open a window.
In this file photo taken on September 12, 2012, a man looks at documents at the charred US Consulate in Benghazi, Libya, the day after an attack that killed four Americans, including ambassador Chris Stevens. Photo: AP
In this file photo taken on September 12, 2012, a man looks at documents at the charred US Consulate in Benghazi, Libya, the day after an attack that killed four Americans, including ambassador Chris Stevens. Photo: AP
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“I was breathing through the last centimetre of air on the ground,” Wickland said. “I’m yelling, ‘Come on. We can make it. We’re going to the bathroom.’ Within eight metres, they disappeared.”

Wickland kept yelling for them. He was feeling around on the floor through the toxic smoke, which made the lighted room darker than night.

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“To this day, I don’t even know where they went. I was right next to them, and then that’s it,” Wickland said. “I had my hand on Ambassador Stevens. I could hear Sean shuffling.”

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