 And a deranged man comes up and shoots him in the chest. Now, for Roosevelt, because he liked to talk, there was a 50-page speech, and his glasses blocking the bullet. And he was going to deliver that speech? And he was going to deliver that speech. But, of course, being a soldier, he coughs, knowing that his lungs are fine. He goes into the arena, rips open his shirt. There's blood all over it.