The film covers the period after the Six Day War and its Israeli military casualties. It follows a number of soldiers in rehabilitation some of whom, in the struggle for normality, manage to accomplish remarkable feats.

Of three injured war buddies who, while in a truck that was blown up, each lost a leg, one became a champion horse rider, another became known as the Don Juan of Tel Aviv who never missed an opportunity to dance in a night club, and the third became a swimmer. A sadder case concerns a bus-driver, a married man with two young children, who lost both arms and an eye, but has managed through his rehabilitation to return to a desk job in his bus company.

In each case, it must be mentioned that none of the men lost the affection and loyalty of their girlfriends or wives.

As a female director delving into the world of war and its aftermath, I was following my lifelong interest in describing the horrors of war.

The presentation of the subject was blunt, but not gruesome, personal, but not embarrassing. There were few taboos in the portrayal of physical injury.