Post tragic images from history.
Pic related, its the rover the Soviets had hoped to explore the moon with being used to shovel the radioactive debris from the Chernobyl explosion back into the wrecked reactor hall.
A bomb-disposal expert walks towards a device in Belfast.
>>504033
Unfortunately, even hardened vehicles like the STR-1 eventually failed. So the USSR was forced to use men instead. With grim humor, these men called themselves the 'bio-robots'.
>>504033
Usually do image dumps on /k/, give a go here on /his/.
Residents of West Berlin show children to their grandparents who reside on the Eastern side, 1961
>>504082
Little girl comforting her doll in the ruins of her bomb damaged home, London, 1940
>>504092
A Japanese family returning home Seattle , Washington from a relocation center camp in Hunt, Idaho on May 10, 1945
>>504102
A Chinese boy gathers dried grass while scavenging for food during the Great Leap Forward famine. 1959-60s Hunan Province, China
>>504033
What's sad about this?
>>504173
Not OP but they built a rover for moon exploration and it ended up being used to clean radioactive waste. It is fucking sad
>>504173
Pretty much what >>504200 said. There's some really stirring tales of heroism and ingenuity from the Chernobyl cleanup, rather tha the usual 'lol Russia is grim durr hurr' stuff, but I always thought it's a really sad little vignette that some scientists spent years building something to explore the galaxy, and it being wrecked trying to clean up a nuclear catastrophe. Something that was supposed to put the cap on one of Soviet science's greatest triumphs ended up being used to clean up its hubris.
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Pic is a contemporary illustration of Lincoln entering Richmond in April 1865.
>From the moment Union troops entered the city - 'Richmond at last!' Black Union cavalrymen shouted - crowds, the skilled and the unskilled, household servants and household cooks, rented maids and hired millworkers, jammed the sidewalks to catch a glimpse of the spectacle. No longer enslaved, they thrust out their hands to be shaken or presented the soldiers with offerings: gifts of fruit, flowers, even jugs of whiskey...Just a day earlier, they had been prohibited from smoking, publicly swearing, carrying canes, purchasing weapons, or procuring 'ardent spirits.' Yet now, to the sounds of 'John Brown's Body,' they jubilantly waved makeshift rag banners; to the tune of the 'Battle Hymn of the Republic,' they enthusiastically hugged and kissed the bluecoats. For hours, ignoring the furnacelike heat and the smoke-choked air, they lingered in the dusty streets as Federal soldiers passed, bowing and giving thanks ('de Yankees at last has gone and cum!'). In the late morning, when black troops marched in lockstep ('majestically and proudly defiant,' in the words of an onlooker), the danced with unimpeded joy. And most of all, they praised God, shouting 'hallelujah.' Recalled on Connecticut soldier, 'Our reception was grander and more exultant than even a Roman emperor...could ever know
