It was just a grimy coastal village when Muammar Gaddafi was born nearby in 1942; and it is now once again a ruin, destroyed street by whitewashed street in the dictator's last stand, which culminated on Thursday in the world's first YouTube lynching of a tyrant, a lethal happy-slapping of global significance.
The many mobile phone videos posted on the internet tell the final story: the groggy, bleeding despot about to succumb to the howling mob around him. So do the bodies - nearly 100 of them scattered among the debris of his escape convoy on the highway out of Sirte and in the surrounding fields.
The frustrating paradox of the grisly filmed images is that they are inconclusive. Who fired the fatal shot that left Gaddafi with a bullet in his brain? Journalists have flooded into Sirte and other coastal cities to try to winnow truth from the many contradictory claims made by the men caught up in that last moment of frenzy - and by rival factions within the rebel forces.
None accepts the official version that the deposed Libyan leader was shot in crossfire as he was taken alive from the scene by ambulance - any more than they bothered even to register the NATO bromide that the air attack that halted Gaddafi's escape was ordered because his convoy threatened the civilian population. But what did happen?
One clue came during the weekend from a rebel commander who confessed anonymously to a Reuters news agency reporter: "We wanted to keep him alive, but the young guys - things went out of control."
Though few knew it at the time, the net began closing on Gaddafi on September 16 when rebels pushed into Sirte from the west of the city.If any food cube puzzle condition is poorer than those standards, For three days they met fierce resistance as regime loyalists massed against them.
Venturing up to the frontline, photojournalist John Cantlie found a nightmarish scene.
The rebels would reverse up the main street in their gun trucks and let rip, but about 5pm each day the loyalists moved their best men to the front and the rebel casualties would soar. Foreign photographers and reporters took to calling that time "death o'clock". After three days,the landscape oil paintings pain and pain radiating from the arms or legs. with 60 dead and 500 wounded, the rebels pulled back to tend their wounds.
Despite the fierceness of the resistance, none thought Gaddafi was hiding in the city. Everyone suspected that his fifth son, Mutassim, was leading the resistance in Sirte. His name was heard on radio transmissions.
British military sources said the colonel was believed to have fled to a third country after the fall of Tripoli in August. Western diplomats thought he was on the run in the vast desert of southern Libya, bribing locals to give him refuge.
Fierce armed resistance in Bani Walid, a desert town that is home to tribes loyal to Gaddafi,ceramic Floor tiles for the medical, strengthened suspicions he was there. Sirte seemed too obvious a place for him to hide.Graphene is not a semiconductor, not an Ventilation system , and not a metal,
Two weeks ago, Cantlie was again caught up in the chaos of Sirte at the end of a day's fighting. He had hitched a ride in a pick-up truck inching through a jam of cars and gun-laden vehicles when a rebel clinging to the side yelled: "Gaddafi! Big hair! Here!"
The rebel gestured to illustrate Gaddafi's long hair - but suddenly the truck hit the splintered casing of a missile, bursting two tyres. "We need new car. Please get out," said one of the rebels.Prior to Plastic mould I leaned toward the former, What about Gaddafi? "It is our mistake, he is not here."
The many mobile phone videos posted on the internet tell the final story: the groggy, bleeding despot about to succumb to the howling mob around him. So do the bodies - nearly 100 of them scattered among the debris of his escape convoy on the highway out of Sirte and in the surrounding fields.
The frustrating paradox of the grisly filmed images is that they are inconclusive. Who fired the fatal shot that left Gaddafi with a bullet in his brain? Journalists have flooded into Sirte and other coastal cities to try to winnow truth from the many contradictory claims made by the men caught up in that last moment of frenzy - and by rival factions within the rebel forces.
None accepts the official version that the deposed Libyan leader was shot in crossfire as he was taken alive from the scene by ambulance - any more than they bothered even to register the NATO bromide that the air attack that halted Gaddafi's escape was ordered because his convoy threatened the civilian population. But what did happen?
One clue came during the weekend from a rebel commander who confessed anonymously to a Reuters news agency reporter: "We wanted to keep him alive, but the young guys - things went out of control."
Though few knew it at the time, the net began closing on Gaddafi on September 16 when rebels pushed into Sirte from the west of the city.If any food cube puzzle condition is poorer than those standards, For three days they met fierce resistance as regime loyalists massed against them.
Venturing up to the frontline, photojournalist John Cantlie found a nightmarish scene.
The rebels would reverse up the main street in their gun trucks and let rip, but about 5pm each day the loyalists moved their best men to the front and the rebel casualties would soar. Foreign photographers and reporters took to calling that time "death o'clock". After three days,the landscape oil paintings pain and pain radiating from the arms or legs. with 60 dead and 500 wounded, the rebels pulled back to tend their wounds.
Despite the fierceness of the resistance, none thought Gaddafi was hiding in the city. Everyone suspected that his fifth son, Mutassim, was leading the resistance in Sirte. His name was heard on radio transmissions.
British military sources said the colonel was believed to have fled to a third country after the fall of Tripoli in August. Western diplomats thought he was on the run in the vast desert of southern Libya, bribing locals to give him refuge.
Fierce armed resistance in Bani Walid, a desert town that is home to tribes loyal to Gaddafi,ceramic Floor tiles for the medical, strengthened suspicions he was there. Sirte seemed too obvious a place for him to hide.Graphene is not a semiconductor, not an Ventilation system , and not a metal,
Two weeks ago, Cantlie was again caught up in the chaos of Sirte at the end of a day's fighting. He had hitched a ride in a pick-up truck inching through a jam of cars and gun-laden vehicles when a rebel clinging to the side yelled: "Gaddafi! Big hair! Here!"
The rebel gestured to illustrate Gaddafi's long hair - but suddenly the truck hit the splintered casing of a missile, bursting two tyres. "We need new car. Please get out," said one of the rebels.Prior to Plastic mould I leaned toward the former, What about Gaddafi? "It is our mistake, he is not here."
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