[ToALonelyPeace]

"An almost equal catastrophe appeared to have fallen upon Sidon, for there were even more ghastly basements around the city, and there were several mass graves where the governor, the mohafez, in despair ordered the unclaimed dead to be interred. One such, containing 40 dead, lay on a traffic island, half covered in garbage and rubble. In one hospital, we found a doctor so scarred by the number of casualties and corpses that had been brought to him over the past five days that he could not bring himself to describe what he had seen without breaking down. In several cellars, we found the bodies in pieces, heads and arms, toes and slit-open torsos tangled together. Everywhere - in the streets, in the houses, even on the seafront - we smelled death. It had a high, sweet odour. No animal but a human could reek like this, a special mixture of sweat, intestines and faeces, of people whose stomachs had been blown out of their bodies, of corpses rotting under the hot sun."

from Pity The Nation: Lebanon At War by Robert Fisk