 I was a young man. I was a young boy, actually. I was about maybe 11 or 12. But I met a man who actually served in World War I. Wow. And he told me stories of when they would get the order to go over the top. And days before, like, for instance, on Christmas Day, they'd exchange gifts with soldiers. And they were ordered to go over and try to kill them. Oh, my God. It was extraordinarily strange.