On the other side, The Allies, climbing out of their steel ships, down dangerous netting, into landing craft made, surprisingly, out of plywood. That long trip to the beach, the engine revving, the sound of water all around.
And then, the beach!
Overhead, allied planes have complete control of the skies. Rolls Royce, Packard, Wright, and Pratt and Whitney engines roar across the sky. So confident are the allies, that planes are painted in brilliant stripes, breaking all the rules of camouflage, so that there is little chance an ally might mistake them for the enemy.
Perhaps nothing represents steel during the Second World War better than tanks.
'Donald Ducks' surprise the Germans by powering in from the ocean and rolling up the beach.
And German armor? It is safe, miles from the beach, hobbled by micromanagement gone wrong, confusion in the ranks, and abject denial that the liberation of Europe has truly begun.