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Mining Equipment Market Profile | Dynamics and Growth | Forecast To 2025

The global Mining Equipment Market is estimated to reach USD 284.93 billion by 2025 due to the rise in demand for control technologies for mineral extraction maneuvers. The industry players are drawing upon adopting core motion and control technologies to operate accurate, dependable and efficient. They are keen on profiling unmatchable breadth of technological components to surge their profitability in terms of delivering value-added services catering to their customer needs. Modern-day technology has improved assembly time to make machine navigation guide easier to understand.

By product type, the market can be segmented into underground mining machinery, drills and breakers, mineral processing machinery, surface mining machinery, crushing, pulverizing, and screening equipment, and parts and attachments. Based on application industries, the market has been categorized into metal, coal, and mineral. The mining equipment market has been split by function type, which includes transportation, excavation, and processing.

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In order to study the span of the industry, the mining equipment market has been geographically segmented into the five key regions of North America, Europe, the Asia Pacific, the Middle East, and Africa, and Latin America. The market adoption has been bolstered across Asia Pacific and Latin America due to the increasing demand for metals in heavy-duty industries. The industry players are bringing in fuel-efficient devices so as to cater to lower diesel consumption levels.

The key players have identified current market dynamics in terms of its size, supply-demand value chain mechanism, prevailing trends, governing factors, drivers, challenges and opportunities, their competitive landscape and product innovation. Players are entering into business partnerships with fellow contestants and are significantly investing in innovation strategies, which is estimated to drive the cellular vendors to reach new growth markets. The market participants have identified the major distribution channels, supply chain mechanism, industry cost structure and production capabilities. Considering the changing competitive dynamics and the current scenario of the industry, it has set the mining equipment market to grow at an exponential rate during the forecast years.

The competitive landscape showcases the profiles and business strategies of the major players, along with their recent developments. The mining equipment industry is highly fragmented with the presence of major players such as Caterpillar, Inc., Komatsu Ltd., Metso Corporation, Atlas Copco AB, CNH Industrial NV, Sandvik AB, Hitachi Co., Doosan Group, Ltd., AB Volvo, Liebherr Group, Bell Equipment Limited, Astec Industries Incorporated, China Coal Energy Company Limited, Corum Group, Bradken Limited, Hyundai Heavy Industries Company Limited, RCR Tomlinson Limited, Kopex SA, Terex Corporation, Techint Group, and Wirtgen Group Holding GmbH, among others.

Numerous research and development activities have made ground-breaking innovation and design that have helped in minimizing the costs of emerging systems maintenance solutions, Disposal, and energy consumption.

KGHM ZANAM S.A. is a polish manufacturer of mining machinery and equipment such as steel structures, crushers, castings, shaft equipment, conveyor belts, etc. They also deliver their services to underground zinc, lead and salt mines. Also, depending on customer needs and operating conditions, KGHM ZANAM S.A. offers a weighing system for a remotely operated fire-extinguisher and transported material. Haul trucks are yet another push-out unloading system that maneuvers transported outputs and are increasing the efficiency of narrow mine headings.

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Market Segment:

Mining Equipment Outlook (Revenue, USD Billion, 2014 - 2025) • Underground Mining Equipment • Low Profile Dump Trucks (LPDT) • Load Haul and Dump (LHD) Loaders • Surface Mining Equipment • Electric Shovels • Excavators • Dumpers • Others • Crushing, Pulverizing, & Screening Equipment • Drills & Breakers • Others

Mining Equipment Application Outlook (Revenue, USD Billion, 2014 - 2025) • Metal Mining • Non-Metal Mining • Coal Mining

Mining Equipment Regional Outlook (Revenue, USD Billion, 2014 - 2025) • North America • U.S. • Canada • Europe • Germany • U.K. • Spain • France • Finland • Sweden • Poland • Russia • Asia Pacific • China • India • Japan • Australia • Indonesia • South Korea • Philippines • New Zealand • Latin America • Chile • Peru • Middle East & Africa • Saudi Arabia • South Africa • Iran • Egypt • Ghana

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April 1, 1945, was both Easter Sunday and April Fools Day. My father, a 20-year-old member of the 6th Marine Division, was aboard a troop landing craft, heading straight to the shores of the heavily fortified island of Okinawa. Approaching the beaches with a mixture of fear, eagerness and uneasy anticipation; these feelings intensified with the smells and sounds of a battle in progress. A young man whose future, whose very life, was now in the hands of an unknown fate. Far away from home, it would be a surreal experience for anyone. The battlefield in its full fury, flying bullets, exploding mortars shot from the batteries of ships out in the harbor, the anti-aircraft guns blasting charging kamikazes out of the skies, the screaming of the wounded and killed. The men charged, running headlong into the onslaught of projectiles, the lucky ones, dodging death in the chaos and confusion hoping to reach safety and shelter in this hostile place.

He would be tested in this, his first and only battle. Like many others he was suffering from a serious bout of seasickness, from the motion of the waves and swells, tossing and rocking the ship. The salty seas washed aboard, drenching the troops. The odor of sweat, urine, and vomit filled the confined craft as it made its way, an eternity to the shore.

Momentarily, to take his mind off the impending reality, he thought of his childhood friend, a man who would later become my uncle. Today was his 22nd birthday, and he was somewhere on the European front. They were both children of Italian immigrants that had settled in the south-eastern section of Detroit. He wondered what he was doing at that very moment. It was a connection that reminded him of home.

My father had enlisted in the Corps in 1943, he was initially sent to Chicago for inductment, from there he was shipped to San Diego’s Camp Pendleton for basic training. On completion, orders came for departure the next day. Denied liberty passes before their send-off, my father and a group of cohorts, decided to spend one last night out on the town. They went AWOL for a night of girls and drinking. They returned the next morning turning themselves in. They were detained to face court-martial. They were sentenced to 90 days in the brig. In a twist of fate, this act may have been a saving grace, as the departing troops had been bound for Iwo Jima.

After serving his sentence, his destination was to Guadalcanal for intense combat training as a machine gunner. The island had recently been captured in early 1943 and was used as a training and supply base. The Sixth Division was formed here in 1944 from groups of battle-tested veterans and new recruits; they came together from various battalions and regiments to create a new Division. They were preparing for the 6,000-mile journey to the Island of Okinawa, the last holdout of the Japanese Imperial Forces. Intense and serious fighting was expected for this, the Japanese last stand and last hope. It was to be a fierce and bloody 82-day campaign. The Japanese were determined to hold their ground in a last desperate attempt, they were well entrenched and heavily fortified. Prepared to fight to the end, to suffer and sacrifice rather than surrender, they had dug in settling in a series of tunnels, caves, and bunkers, known as pillboxes. They took their devotion to the Emperor very devoutly.

Iwo Jima had been a crushing defeat, as they were losing more and more of their grip on the chain of Pacific Islands they once held. They would not make this battle an easy assault. They prepared what remained of their aerial and naval craft for support. This was the zenith of the kamikaze might. The term kamikaze translates to, divine wind. As a last ditch effort to inflict as many casualties as possible, the use of kamikaze began in earnest, in late October 1944, during the battle of the Gulf Of Leyte, in the Philippines. Okinawa would be their last and most glorious service. There was no shortage of volunteers. During the Okinawa campaign, the estimated damage they inflicted on the Allied fleet was 47 vessels destroyed, and an additional 10 damaged.

In yet another desperate move: 1,870 middle school boys, between the ages of 14 and 17, were recruited or conscripted. They would be known as the Iron And Blood Imperial Corps. They sustained heavy casualties.

The battle began April 1st and ended on June 22nd. For the ferocity of the fighting, the Japanese came to call the battle, the rain of steel or violent wind of steel. It was to become the largest amphibious battle of the Pacific. Okinawa is situated 340 miles west of mainland Japan. Once victory came, the plan was to use it as the base for air operations on the assumed upcoming assault.

The battle itself comprised of units from both the Army and Marine Corps. Additional naval and air support was conducted with Allied support, although they did not assist with ground troops. The strategy was a two fronted assault from the northern and southern parts of the island. The first move was a barrage by Naval ships that shelled the island, while fighter pilots defended the vulnerable fleet.

Cliff where native jumped to their death.

Ground troops followed. It would not be an easy victory. The battle to dislodge entrenched enemy combatants involved total warfare in all its ugliness. There was much at stake, both sides knew it. Once the victory at Okinawa was secured, the next and final target would be Japan itself. The ferociousness of battle was savage and intense. Both sides battle weary after four years. One side would emerge the victor, this blow to Japan was a humiliation. At times the ground was covered in mud from heavy rains. Bodies of the dead from both sides lying exposed, bloated and rotting crawling with maggots. A horrific scene, that was to haunt many of the hardest. The conditions in which the fighting took place including the terrain itself, the weather, the psychological impact of the carnage, the fierceness of the enemy, the horrors must have been unimaginable. These factors were catalysts, circumstances for the savagery. It led to conditions ripe for atrocities, the thirst for blood was potent, revenge overcame reason

Soldiers that were entrenched in caves and tunnels were often blown up or burnt alive by flame throwers. The smell of burning and charred flesh filled the air. Many soldiers and natives committed suicide rather than be defeated and shamed. The residents fled to the caves and cliffs, many of them jumping to their deaths in the sea. The island’s civilian population was about 300,000. They were to pay a heavy cost in loss of life, and property. Ninety percent of the island was in ruins. A landscape of devastation. The Okinawan’s found themselves in an unfortunate position, victims of both sides.

Losses sustained on both sides were significant. The Americans lost 20,195 killed; 55,162 injured. 110,071 Japanese and Okinawan’s who had donned the uniform were registered as dead by the Allied Forces. That number 110,071 is a significant one for the point of this story. That number being, the one.

A Man I Did Not Know

The story was told to me at a young age, at the time I felt bad for the man. I asked my father why he did what he did. He told me I didn’t understand, I was not there. It was war. He had seen things. He was angry. He wanted revenge. Through the years, I frequently asked the question again. As time went by and I matured. I felt a deep sense of sadness for this dead boy.

My father and another soldier were together, they were separated from their unit. I don’t remember the exact reason for this separation, maybe it was during the confusion of battle, possibly they were on a reconnaissance mission. They came upon a solitary unarmed soldier. He was young, little more than a boy, maybe he had been recruited into the Iron And Blood Imperial Corps. He surrendered to them.

There was a discussion between my father and the other man, as to what they should do with him. I don’t know if the decision was a mutual one. My dad told the man to go, to run. He then proceeded to shoot him in the back. He was one of the 110,071 killed. I never could reconcile with what he had done. It was murder. My father!

I knew a man who killed another, that man was my father. The killing was an unconscionable act, to me it was not necessary. It was a judgment made with little thought or feeling, from someone who could not see a frightened fellow human being, one helpless, afraid and defeated. How do we become so callous to human suffering and return unchanged or untouched? The cruelty of men lies sleeping. It slumbers until shaken. It rages and ravages when awakened. A primal struggle, no one is immune, if given sanctity of the just. Legitimized by a rationale of necessity.

I am a legacy of that action that set forth my being. The sins of the father, I did not know back then. It is a burden that I have carried, that has troubled me deeply to the core. The shadow of his ghost has haunted me. That chain, that mystic cord connects me to his wandering soul. Cheated by a bullet, from a gun. Denied his chance of a future and a life. Gone in an instant. Fatally fallen, his life spilled out in all its redness, seeping into the good earth. That goodness spoiled and squandered.

War is a brutal business, a test of man’s morality and convictions. It produces mobs of violent, angry and aggressive men, that thirst for blood and revenge, of an impersonal foe, they call the enemy. For what reason they scarcely question. Led by distant commanders. Their bodies vacant shells molded into obedient killing machines, dutiful servants in the name of a noble cause. Rally to the call of patriotism. Individual accountability has no place on war-torn battlefields.

Abandoning any form of conscience or compassion. The better angels of our nature wrestle between and are overcome by taunts of the Devil, laughing nestled on our shoulders. He whispers the deed is validated and justified. The dead man is now dust in the ground, but his spirit knows no rest. He was also told, these men are your enemy, go forth and kill. When fate brought these two face to face, no one won, no one, but the Devil.

Do not question what you are told, go forth and do the bidding of thirsty men. Their unquenchable blood lust feeds the fires for the stirrings of war. Brave and honorable, the model soldier. Thoughts and ideas are colored and clouded by the passion of propaganda, disguised as patriotism. The waving of a flag, the holiest of symbols, a mere piece of cloth. Both side in conflicts hold their convictions to be sacred and just. Humanity’s misery becomes a victory.

Countless bodies, in rows and rows, stacked in piles, mountains of a wasteland. Bloodbaths of wars, filling oceans across time, can’t wash clean the dirtied hands that took up arms against another. In our imagined and instigated disputes, we resort to our most primitive and baser instincts. A great struggle to survive and dominate drives us to subject our foes, those we see as a threat, as competition. Lessons are not learned from previous mistakes. For every step we take ahead, we take another back. It’s been a never-ending cycle.

Options to resolve differences, to prevent conflict are tossed aside, once the taste for blood has been stirred. Our eyes suddenly lose sight, our ears, can not hear. Deaf to the cries of caution and concern. If you profess to be a Christian or a Muslim and hold the values and virtues so dearly and faithfully as claimed, there should be a moral dilemma, an inner conflict with the hypocrisy of the tenets that are so adhered to, with such passion and devotion. There should be a sense of humility and reflection when one holds that stance so vehemently. The ideology of a fraction of a few presents a skewed and biased misrepresentation. The statement, “freedom isn’t free” has been effective. It’s become a common and accepted in our lexicon, but upon examination, what does it mean? There’s been a deliberate impact to divide. It’s always been an effective means to an end.

The courage and sacrifices of the victims become diminished. Perhaps in hindsight time and circumstance will afford a different perspective. The distances separating participants memories and those of innocent eyes will disagree about conflicts and the merits of necessity. Survivors, innocent and damned on every side, pass down the consequences of their actions, further casualties who seek solace and understanding. I can’t make amends for that long ago stolen life. I feel a link, a bond to an unknown man, one who was not my enemy. If I could, I would reach out my hand. I feel remorse, and guilt that is deep. That man never had children, but hear I am a child of the victor. The man I knew as my father. I never knew his true feelings, if he struggled with what he had done, was he sorry? Did he temporarily lose his humanity due to the extremity of his circumstances that I could never understand? Did he ever see his face, pleading back at him or hear his voice in his dreams? Did he ask for forgiveness? I ask for it.

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I would like to see every single soldier on every single side, just take off your helmet, unbuckle your kit, lay down your rifle, and set down at the side of some shady lane, and say, nope, I aint a gonna kill nobody. Plenty of rich folks wants to fight. Give them the guns.

Woody Guthrie

Every miserable fool who has nothing at all of which he can be proud, adopts as a last resource pride in the nation to which he belongs; he is ready and happy to defend all its faults and follies tooth and nail, thus reimbursing himself for his own inferiority.”― Arthur Schopenhauer

“Those who promise us paradise on earth never produced anything but a hell.”― Karl Popper

Where there is power, there is resistance.”― Michel Foucault

Neither a man nor a crowd nor a nation can be trusted to act humanely or to think sanely under the influence of a great fear. Bertrand Russell

“The need is not really for more brains, the need is now for a gentler, a more tolerant people than those who won for us against the ice, the tiger and the bear. The hand that hefted the ax, out of some old blind allegiance to the past fondles the machine gun as lovingly. It is a habit man will have to break to survive, but the roots go very deep.” ― Loren Eiseley, The Immense Journey

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I Knew A Man April 1, 1945, was both Easter Sunday and April Fools Day. My father, a 20-year-old member of the 6th Marine Division, was aboard a troop landing craft, heading straight to…

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