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but, of course, sometimes, I was just like, "Well,

that's crazy, I'm not going there with you."

[Jim] I would come back to Benghazi

and there was stuff going on there.

There was families and they

were out there in the protest,

and they were out there

maybe handling medical supplies,

which is probably more important to

what this revolutionary movement was...

but then being called out to that front

line again like some kind of siren song.

It was one of those mornings where we

decided we were gonna get out there early.

We wanted to get a fresh

look at the front lines.

It was myself, Clare Gillis,

Manu Brabo and Anton Hammerl,

a South African

photo-journalist.

- Meet my new friend. Anton.

- Anton.

And what it was really was just a highway,

a coastal highway going all across Libya,

and this is where

the battle was going on.

So it was kind of like

a Mad Max type war.

Now this was something common

that some reporters did.

Freelancers like myself didn't have big

budgets, we'd jump in with the rebels.

And it was at your own risk if

you wanted to go further or not.

We got to the points where

we saw another group of rebels

saying Gadhafi forces

are 300 meters away.

And myself looking at Clare,

like, that's impossible.

And I remember, you know, Anton turning

to me and saying "Hey, this isn't safe."

But we didn't turn around, and we said,

"Well, let's get off the road anyways."

Well, that was the exact

wrong thing to do.

Two heavily armed Gadhafi pickup

trucks came over that rise firing.

I remember so clearly the sound of it,

the volume of it, the sound

of something eating metal...

and I remember hoping against hope that there

would be some kind of out, out of this,

there was some kind of

trap door in time.

I crawled back to the sand dune, Anton was

at the other sand dune in front of me,

I heard him call for help.

It appeared he was cut across

the midsection with AK fire

and it was a serious amount of blood.

He had already lost consciousness

and probably already died.

A group of young soldiers approached me and

we were thrown in the back of a truck.

I remember getting photographed

with a cell phone,

and thinking, you know, this is where

they find all these photographs

that are evidence of war crimes some

day, and realizing this is me now.

[Diane]

I was with my mother.

We were out to lunch

and I received a phone call,

and, um, that's how

we first heard, you know?

I think I was in denial about how

dangerous this really was, Brian.

I was furious, just furious.

Scared for him, furious.

I hate to revisit it, but it's

just like... I told you, Jim.

I think we all went through the stages of

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