As a Pratt & Whitney brat who grew up in Bellevue, WA when it was still a Boeing suburb in the ‘60s, I can't resist pointing out how those fuselages remained pretty much intact despite the tremendous forces unleashed in the derailment.
That's because of good design; design that saves lives. When people survive an horrific plane crash, it's not a miracle, or direct intercession by the Hand of God; it's the result of a lot of very skilled, very intelligent people working diligently to give passengers the best chance of survival when things go terribly wrong.
When I saw that photo, the first thing I thought was that a lot of proud engineers are emailing it to each other with congratulations. We see something that's amusingly out-of-place in a river with rafters; they see work that stood up splendidly under a real-world hazing, just as it's designed to do.
Of course, they also think it's a terrible waste of very expensive resources.