Word: tripolis
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...graceful parabolas of orange tracer bullets against the blackness of the sky. They heard the scream of jet fighters and the thunder of antiaircraft fire. They felt their hotel shiver in response to the bombs' pounding. But many of the U.S. reporters clustered in Al Kabir Hotel in downtown Tripoli were not quite sure what was actually going on. Like the people in Plato's parable of the cave who can discern reality only from the shadows that a fire throws on the wall, the correspondents could only make informed guesses as to what was happening...
TIME Correspondents Dean Fischer and Roland Flamini, awakened by the first percussive blasts around 2 a.m., leaned far out their hotel windows to watch the spectacle. "I had awakened into a nightmare," says Fischer, who witnessed the aerial fireworks to the north, over Tripoli harbor. "When I saw the first flash of an exploding bomb, I knew it was for real," says Flamini, whose room faced south, toward Gaddafi's headquarters. Within minutes, TV correspondents in Tripoli were reporting live via telephone to the three anchormen of the nightly newscasts. A nation eavesdropped on telephone conversations between New York City...
...approached the walled barracks, a dozen or so armed guards burst through an open gate, while the sound of gunfire ricocheted from inside the compound. The bus immediately sped off and headed back to the hotel. Was it a coup? For the press corps in Tripoli, a front-row seat for the action had turned out to be a frustrating peep show...
...that alternatives to force in dealing with Libya had simply failed. Last week she reminded her critics of Libya's continuing support of the terrorist gangs in the Provisional Irish Republican Army and of other Libyan incidents much closer to home. Two years ago, London broke diplomatic relations with Tripoli after Constable Yvonne Fletcher was killed by gunfire from the Libyan "people's bureau...
...orange cones of frantic antiaircraft fire to punish the man Ronald Reagan calls the "mad dog of the Middle East." As Americans, transfixed at their television sets, listened to the muffled rattle and thump of the assault filtering over the phone lines of network correspondents holed up in a Tripoli hotel, the U.S. attackers delivered their lethal cargo of laser-directed bombs. As quickly as they had come, the warplanes wheeled out to sea, vanishing back into the gloom, all safe...