Most people went to Libya to photograph a revolution, not a war. But Libya being Libya and Qaddafi being Qaddafi, it was bound to get ugly. I'm not sure how any of us thought otherwise.
I arrived in the Libyan rebels' de facto capital, Benghazi, in February. Two days later, the rebels began heading west toward Tripoli. They were mostly young men with just a crash course in how to fire a gun. They didn't get very far. The exact location of the front line could be anywhere between the towns of Ajdabiya, Brega, and Ras Lanuf, and it changed day to day.
Here, suspected mercenaries are detained at a rebel checkpoint on the road between Benghazi and Tobruk.