 I mean, standing up, pumping your fists, knowing you've just been shot, not knowing that the gunman has been neutralized. He didn't know. He didn't know that the gunman had been shot. He didn't know where the gunman was. He didn't know who the gunman was. He didn't know any of that. As far as he knew, he was still in the line of fire of an assassin. And yet he stood up, pumped his fists, said, fight, fight, fight.