After every war someone has to clean up. Things won't straighten themselves up, after all.
Someone has to push the rubble to the side of the road, so the corpse-filled wagons can pass.
Someone has to get mired in scum and ashes, sofa springs, splintered glass, and bloody rags. Someone has to drag in a girder to prop up a wall, Someone has to glaze a window, rehang a door. Photogenic it's not, and takes years. All the cameras have left for another war. We'll need the bridges back, and new railway stations.