Jon Lee Anderson finds one:

I talked to a wounded Qaddafi fighter in a specially guarded back room. His name was Mustafa, and he was from the southern oasis town of Sebha. He said that he thought he was fighting pill-popping Al Qaeda extremists, as Qaddafi had repeatedly described the revolutionaries. Mustafa said this with a straight face that was difficult to read. He had six bullet holes in him which he began to show me, painfully, until I asked him to stop.

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