'Poison gas! Poison gas! Gadhafi is using poison gas!' one of the fighters told me."

A wake-up call in Libya's Ras Lanuf  "'Down! Down!' the man at my hotel room door said. It was 4:30 a.m. Monday in Ras Lanuf, and I had hoped to get a decent night's sleep for the first time in weeks. Yet again, my hopes were dashed.
Through the haze of sleep deprivation and exhaustion, I could say nothing. I understood nothing.
The staff of the Fadeel Hotel was going from room to room, telling guests -- journalists only -- that they had to leave, at once.
I quickly dressed, packed my bag, and went downstairs.
It was still pitch black outside, and the lobby was teeming with still photographers, cameramen, translators, fixers, producers and print and TV reporters, all trying to understand why the urgent need to leave.
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There were plenty of rumors, and no facts.
'Poison gas! Poison gas! Gadhafi is using poison gas!' one of the fighters told me."

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