DIABALY, Mali -- Residents of Diabaly feared for their lives when
French airstrikes pounded their small town in central Mali, shaking
their homes and turning the pickup trucks of Islamist fighters into
burning, twisted metal.
Despite that, they are grateful to France.
Children
in bare feet and tattered T-shirts now play among the trucks' charred
wreckage -- a visible reminder that the town was the focus of the French-led war against al-Qaida-linked rebels bent on carving an Islamist state out of the Sahara.
A woman waves to French soldiers Thursday as they head toward the
recently liberated town of Diabaly. Some Malians are so grateful for the
job the French have done routing Islamist insurgents, they say they
hope the troops never leave.
"I've told the children not to play with the trucks, but I can't stop
them," said Adama Nantume, a retired farmer whose home was blackened by
the laser-guided airstrikes that landed yards from his door. "Everyone
here is happy about what the French have done."
Diabaly, once a buzzing trading and agriculture hub, is now a forward headquarters for French troops piling into Mali since the Islamist rebels launched a dramatic offensive toward the capital in early January.
French airstrikes halted the Islamist advance and Paris has vowed to
rid Mali's north of the militants for fear they will create a base for
international attacks.
France has said its military will leave
once the Islamists are defeated and Mali is returned to stability, with
the aid of an African force.
But many Diabaly residents say they don't want them to go.
"I
hope that the French stay for eternity. If they leave, I will leave,"
said Alou Gindou, a 46-year-old driver. "If it were not for the French,
we would not be sitting here today."
Many residents waved and roadside boutiques flew the France's tricolor flag
as a column of French armored personnel carriers, jeeps and supply
trucks trundled north along the route from the capital Bamako to
reinforce Diabaly on Thursday.
'Ground was shaking'Nantume
was sitting beneath his mango tree when the convoy of Islamist rebels
first arrived and sped past him toward the center of town on the evening
of Jan. 14, extending their reach south from their desert strongholds
of Kidal, Gao and Timbuktu.
"Everybody panicked and people began
to flee," he said. "I went into my room and crouched in a corner.
Bullets were flying everywhere and hitting the house."
He said the airstrikes began not long afterward as night fell and lasted until the rebels melted away two days later.
"As
the planes circled, the jihadists tried to hide their trucks and they
hid some here next to my house. The ground was shaking, the air was
filled will bullets, and there were explosions," he said, massaging his
palms nervously. "The inside of the house was incredibly hot. I thought I
would die."
By Richard Valdmanis, Reuters
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