It's the furthermost post of the first
line on the front, 60 kilometers after Zintan, at Gualich. These men are
civilians whose uniforms are from Gaddafi prisoners.
Like their 50 comrades outside the frame who are holding the line with
them, they were trained at Jadu, a nearby camp. Before this war, none
of them had ever touched a weapon. And yet last night, it is they who--Arabs and Berbers shoulder-to-shoulder and in almost equal number--
thwarted the Gaddafi offensive. After bitter fighting, they pushed them all
the way back to Al Assabah, through the valley to the opposite promontory.
This afternoon, the front is calmer. In an hour, the insurgents, who have
stopped to pray, are going to shoot three rockets from an artillery piece
that is hidden (on the right) at the other side of the lookout post. Two
salvos will be fired in return, more powerful but too long. Outside the
frame, Ali Zeidan, emissary of the National Transitional Council accompanying me, has come to represent the authority of Benghazi and has just given a speech urging all the resistance groups on all fronts to unite.
It's time to say goodbye, and I assure them that on my return,
like Ali, I will spread the word of this will to unite and determination to win to the institutions and the public in my country. "All the tribes of Libya are as one," Souleiman, the man in the black hood who is in command of the position, reassures me.