The burning of the last hut at Bergen-Belsen concentration camp. Upon liberation, the camp was in the midst of a massive typhus epidemic; the site was considered so irredeemable that the British Army burned it to the ground after evacuating the inmates, May 1945 (796 × 800 px)
>"…Here over an acre of ground lay dead and dying people. You could not see which was which… The living lay with their heads against the corpses and around them moved the awful, ghostly procession of emaciated, aimless people, with nothing to do and with no hope of life, unable to move out of your way, unable to look at the terrible sights around them … Babies had been born here, tiny wizened things that could not live … A mother, driven mad, screamed at a British sentry to give her milk for her child, and thrust the tiny mite into his arms, then ran off, crying terribly. He opened the bundle and found the baby had been dead for days.
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>This day at Belsen was the most horrible of my life."
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>Richard Dimbleby
big_gay_dj
I spent most of the 80s as a child with my parents at the BFG base at Bergen-Belsen Camp. We were housed in the town of Bergen and our British run primary school would take us fairly regularly to Belsen (which is now a memorial museum and park). The atmosphere and silence of the place still haunts me to this day – 30ish years later.
Rob-With-One-B
>"…Here over an acre of ground lay dead and dying people. You could not see which was which… The living lay with their heads against the corpses and around them moved the awful, ghostly procession of emaciated, aimless people, with nothing to do and with no hope of life, unable to move out of your way, unable to look at the terrible sights around them … Babies had been born here, tiny wizened things that could not live … A mother, driven mad, screamed at a British sentry to give her milk for her child, and thrust the tiny mite into his arms, then ran off, crying terribly. He opened the bundle and found the baby had been dead for days.
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>This day at Belsen was the most horrible of my life."
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>Richard Dimbleby
big_gay_dj
I spent most of the 80s as a child with my parents at the BFG base at Bergen-Belsen Camp. We were housed in the town of Bergen and our British run primary school would take us fairly regularly to Belsen (which is now a memorial museum and park). The atmosphere and silence of the place still haunts me to this day – 30ish years later.
*edit – I can’t count