Beam me up Scotty!
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“James Doohan passed away in 2005. Fittingly, his ashes were taken into orbit and scattered in space.”
After the fourth attempt.
Thanks for posting this. Very interesting. Always liked his character. Seems that the man himself was even tougher.
God Bless him.
Later in life, Jimmy would joke that Smoking had saved his life.
Saved my father’s life in Vietnam. Was a Flight Engineer on a C-123. Seated at his station, he tried to light his cigar. He dropped his lighter and bent over to pick it up. Suddenly he heard a loud explosion. He looked up and where his panel was and his head would have been if he didn’t drop his lighter was a big hole from enemy ground fire. He fixed the wires so the landing gear would come down. They landed safely and he was later awarded a DFC. He wasn’t impressed as he said he was just doing his job. Because of that he always maintained that smoking saved his life.
Shot 6 times by a nervous sentry - what was the sentry armed with? a Sten gun? Sure as heck wasn’t a bolt action Mk4 Enfield!
Doohan wrote an autobiography talking about his military career back in the 1990’s.
Thanks for posting!
A lot of actors in that age range served in WWII.
A podcast tip - Mike Rowe’s “The Way I Heard It”. Very Paul Harvey-esque series.
Anyway, Mike did one recently about Scotty called “Conventional Hero” that was great. Only six minutes long (not including the commercial up front) so it won’t be a big time investment.
This I did not know; thank you. Rest In Peace, James Doohan, and thank you for making the most of your God-given talents.
Holy cow. Add this to the long list of things I didn’t know.
Way to go Scotty!
Lots of Canadian heroes on Juno Beach that day.
It was a different Canada back then.
I met him at a convention many years ago. Super nice guy.
He played a Fed in The Satan Bug, a teevee adaptation of Alistair MacLean’s first-person thriller, starring George Maharis.
Wow. Six times.
My grandfather was hit three times. Lost middle finger of left hand. Hit in the temple. Had a round travel the length of his left arm as he held his rifle: entered inside his wrist, exited outside his shoulder.
His new wife, who was occupied nearly dying of influenza in 1918, was sent a telegram that he was coming home minus an arm. Somehow the medics saved it after all.
He was the sole survivor of his artillery platoon. He survived by taking a foxhole from two German soldiers, whom he killed hand to hand, while being wounded.
She meanwhile was saved by having melted Vick’s Vapo-Rub poured down her throat when her breathing passageway became too swollen and blocked to breath.
Grandpa was the practical joker of the clan, often clowning around. I was stunned once to hear grandma say that WWI ruined him, seeing all his buddies blown to bits, and that he was never the same afterward. He must have been absolutely hilarious before the war.
I do know he would not talk about it. It took years of my childish needling just to see his scars (the long ones on his arm), and the Luger P08 he took from one of the Germans in the foxhole.
He was the son of German immigrants (you know, the legal kind), but he was all American.