Inwards
Inwards
Admiral Nukhimov lies in the usual position, on her side, on the seabed with sixty four bodies still aboard. Hit by a freighter Pyotr Vasev making a disaster. Two divers died while retrieving bodies from the wreck.
Eighteen people standing upright behind a glass screen, led out one at a time by a diver, giving him memories he’ll never forget, awful. We don’t replace the dead with the living, leave them there. A 1986 tragedy.
Sixty year old ship, second time she sunk! Used in Operation Hannibal with the Gustloff, another German liner. Both doomed. One torpedoed, one hit mines. Salvaged by Russia and rebuilt, forty years of service.
Old ship lasted so long, about to be scrapped but took four hundred and twenty three souls with her. Another tragedy at sea, a fine ship gone.
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