Back in 1960, I was stationed on a little rock at the end of the Aleutian Island chain. Down at what had once been a dock, there were all sorts of vehicles - jeeps, trucks, ambulance - sitting in haphazard fashion along the road. Some still had keys in the ignition, turned on. After a year on that island, I knew how the guys driving them had felt when the ship came to take them home.
Near the dock was a quarry where they had excavated for material for runway/roads. We didn't venture into it, but the remains of a B24 and a P38 were dumped there.