Dragged from hiding in a drainage pipe, a wounded Moammar Gadhafi raised
his hands and begged revolutionary fighters: "Don't kill me, my sons."
Within an hour, he was dead, but not before jubilant Libyans had vented
decades of hatred by pulling the eccentric dictator's hair and parading
his bloodied body on the hood of a truck.
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