Somebody (perhaps a Jesuit) once said: "Force is an instrument of love in a world of complexity and chance."
I'd be grateful if someone could tell me where that comes from. It has stayed with me for a long time because it embodies a kind of truth: Sometimes you have to use force to protect innocent people from harm. Which brings us to Libya.
The war there is effectively over, and the Good Guys won. The dictator's delusional son, Saif al-Islam, still promises that "victory is near," but he will soon be dead, in prison, or (if he is lucky) in exile.