 Not women. In that time, it was all men. The brave women were back home doing the Rosie the Riveter stuff. But as these brave men got off of these amphibious-type vehicles, the front opens up with these boats, and they start marching, wading through the water, like knee-high water, to get onto the shore on the beaches of Normandy. It's quite a scene. Years ago, I remember I interviewed a colleague of mine whose dad was there in Normandy.