He Hindenburg went down on May 6, 1937, and images of the fated ship still haunt us today. It was the first disaster caught on film, and while it was a terrible sight, only 36 people died that day, one of which was ground crew.

More than anything, I think watching the footage is moving because of reporter Herbert Morrison. He continues reporting what is happening, but you can tell he’s close to tears and at one point states it’s the worst thing he’s ever witnessed. He eventually states that he needs to stop for a minute to compose himself.

What is it about disasters that are so fascinating to us? Is it the thought that the next time it could be one of us? Perhaps it’s because of that morbid tug at the back of our minds that reminds us that none of us get out alive, we’re all destined for the same fate… it’s just a matter of how we’ll get there. So we question and analyze and dissect until we have the answers, but some things just can’t be stopped.

I’m personally fascinated by the Hindenburg disaster because it happened so fast. It was just a matter of seconds before the entire blimp was engulfed in flames, and how anyone got out of there alive is beyond me.