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As Tide Turns, Rebels' Dream Of 'Free Libya' Dims

NPR correspondent Lourdes Garcia-Navarro recently left Libya after reporting on the revolt against leader Moammar Gadhafi.

We arrived in eastern Libya, scant days after the uprising began last month, to a triumphant welcome. "Free Libya!" people exclaimed proudly.

Every time they greeted us, they explained that they had done it themselves — thrown off the yoke of a despicable regime — and needed no further help to get rid of leader Moammar Gadhafi once and for all.

I saw many of those same young men in bloody pieces at the hospitals and morgues, in places like Brega and Ajdabiya.

It seems they spoke too soon. Gadhafi's forces are on the march and are gaining ground every day.

In the three weeks I was in Libya, I witnessed the enormous courage of the people there. Young men — students, artists, athletes, doctors, lawyers and yes, some Islamists — left their homes to take on Gadhafi's army. Their strength was thought to lie in their diversity, in their willingness to fight and to die for the right to live outside of Gadhafi's brutal autocratic grip.

But they had no training, no leadership and no real help. The defected Libyan army troops who initially joined them have largely left them to their own devices. The weapons they've used are no match for what Gadhafi's forces have unleashed.

And so the rebel fighters have died. Groups of young men — often friends from a particular neighborhood — would arrive at the front line packed into a minivan or a sedan.

I remember one fighter, filled with bravado on that first day, telling me with a grin that facing off against Gadhafi's forces was "cool, man."


The tide turned.

I saw many of those same young men in bloody pieces at the hospitals and morgues, in places like Brega and Ajdabiya.

It's easy, though, in the midst of this continuing battle to forget what it is Libyans in the east are fighting for.

Far away from the front line, in a residential neighborhood in Benghazi, I saw evidence of the kind of society some of them wanted to build. Young people worked together to feed and protect their community, to build the civil society that has been denied them for so long.

As I left Libya this week and crossed back into Egypt, there were no more triumphant cries. The rebels would stop our car only to ask why we were abandoning them.

"Where is the West?" they asked. "Why don't they help us?"

The dream that was "Free Libya" is quickly vanishing.

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