The man who has the largest capacity for work and thought is the man who is bound to succeed - Henry Ford, My Life and Work

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I do not believe a man can ever leave his business. He ought to think of it by day and dream of it by night. It is nice to plan to do one's work in office hours, to take up the work in the morning, to drop it in the evening—and not have a care until the next morning. It is perfectly possible to do that if one is so constituted as to be willing through all of his life to accept direction, to be an employee, possibly a responsible employee, but not a director or manager of anything. A manual labourer must have a limit on his hours, otherwise he will wear himself out. If he intends to remain always a manual labourer, then he should forget about his work when the whistle blows, but if he intends to go forward and do anything, the whistle is only a signal to start thinking over the day's work in order to discover how it might be done better.

The man who has the largest capacity for work and thought is the man who is bound to succeed. I cannot pretend to say, because I do not know, whether the man who works always, who never leaves his business, who is absolutely intent upon getting ahead, and who therefore does get ahead—is happier than the man who keeps office hours, both for his brain and his hands. It is not necessary for any one to decide the question. A ten-horsepower engine will not pull as much as a twenty. The man who keeps brain office hours limits his horsepower. If he is satisfied to pull only the load that he has, well and good, that is his affair—but he must not complain if another who has increased his horsepower pulls more than he does. Leisure and work bring different results. If a man wants leisure and gets it—then he has no cause to complain. But he cannot have both leisure and the results of work.

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u/Aleksandr_Ulyev — 4 days ago

Uranium City, Canada

The city went from 5000 inhabitants in 1953 to 72 these days after the uranium mine was closed in 1985

u/Aleksandr_Ulyev — 6 days ago

From the memoirs of Pyotr Alekseevich Mikhin, a participant in the Battle of Rzhev "We were advancing on Rzhev across the corpse fields. During the battles of Rzhev, many "valleys of death" and "groves of death" appeared. It is difficult for anyone who has not been there to imagine what a mess stinking under the summer sun is, consisting of thousands of human bodies covered with worms. Summer, heat, calm, and ahead is such a "valley of death." It is clearly visible and shot through by the Germans. There is no way to get past or around it: a telephone cable is laid along it - it is broken, and it must be quickly connected at all costs. You crawl over corpses, and they are piled in three layers, swollen, crawling with worms, emitting a sickly sweet smell of decomposition of human bodies. This stench hangs motionless over the "valley". A shell explosion drives you under corpses, the ground shudders, corpses fall on top of you, showering you with worms, and a fountain of noxious stench hits your face. But then the fragments flew by, you jump up, shake yourself off and go ahead again. Or in autumn, when it's already cold, it rains, the water in the trenches is knee-deep, their walls are slimy, the Germans suddenly attack at night, jump into the trench. Hand-to-hand combat ensues. If you survived, keep your eyes open again, hit, shoot, maneuver, trample on the corpses lying under the water. But they are soft, slippery, and it is disgusting and regrettable to step on them. And what does it feel like for a soldier to attack a machine gun for the fifth time! Jump over your own dead and wounded who fell here in previous attacks. Every second, expect a familiar push in the chest or leg. We fought for every German trench, the distance between which was 100-200 meters, or even to throw a grenade. The trenches changed hands several times a day. Often half of the trench was occupied by the Germans, and the other half by us. They annoyed each other with everything they could. They interfered with the meal: they imposed a battle and took away lunch from the Germans. Songs were shouted to spite the enemy. They caught grenades thrown by the Germans on the fly and immediately threw them back to their owners."

u/Aleksandr_Ulyev — 4 months ago