I dodged Gaddafi’s deadly bombs and came face to face with his bloodied body – but his death was no victory for Libya

THE Kalashnikov-toting Libyan rebels beckoned me inside the giant deep-freeze and gestured at the corpse sprawled beneath a flowery blanket. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust from the African sunshine to the gloom inside — but the prone figure was as ­recognisable in death as in life.