It was Sept. 11, 2012. Less than 60 days before President Obama's re-election. The Libyan Embassy and the annex in Benghazi were under attack. The attack lasted about 8-9 hours. When the attack was over, Ambassador Chris Stevens and 3 of his countrymen lay dead. I have never been more ashamed of my country or more specifically- it's alleged leadership- than I was in the days following the attack. Not only did our Commander in Chief disappear that night (his whereabouts have never been disclosed) but we had military support available within a 3 hour arrival time. They had been alerted and were ready to go but they were never sent. I don't really care what we were doing in Benghazi. Perhaps we were smuggling arms or housing CIA spies and operatives. I don't care what shady shit we were up to. We violated the one rule that is encoded in our collective DNA. We let our comrades die at the hands of savages and we didn't move a muscle to help. The shame doesn't w...