THE HATCH UNDER THE BUNK WAS EMPTY… UNTIL HE REACHED IN
The air in the storage unit at the back of the old studio lot tasted like gray silk and forgotten years. Robert Clary moved slowly, his fingers tracing…
THE RADIO WAS A PROP BUT THE SILENCE WAS REAL
The crate was tucked behind a stack of moth-eaten canvas chairs and a rusted lighting rig that hadn’t seen a bulb since the mid-seventies. Robert Clary and Richard…
THE BARRACKS ARE GONE BUT THE DUST STILL SMELLS LIKE HOME
Richard Dawson adjusted his coat against the late afternoon chill, his eyes scanning the empty lot where Stalag 13 used to stand. It was just a patch of…
JOHN BANNER REVEALS THE MOMENT HE FINALLY SAW EVERYTHING
The studio lights were dimmed, casting a soft glow over the stage as the veteran actor sat comfortably in the leather armchair. John Banner, known to millions as…
THE TIME COLONEL KLINK COULD NOT STOP LAUGHING AT SERGEANT SCHULTZ
Werner Klemperer sat in the velvet armchair of the television studio, the soft glow of the stage lights reflecting off his spectacles. The interviewer reached into a small…
THE DAY COLONEL KLINK INSPECTED A NEW YORK STEAKHOUSE SOUP
The studio lights were always a bit too bright for Werner Klemperer, a man who had spent much of his life in the dim, dignified halls of opera…
THE OLD BARRACKS WERE SILENT UNTIL THEY STEPPED INSIDE AGAIN
He stood by the heavy wooden door, his hand resting on a frame that shouldn’t have been there anymore. The air in the studio lot was thick with…
THE BUNKER ENTRANCE WAS JUST PLYWOOD… UNTIL HE STEPPED INSIDE
The sun was setting over the old Desilu-Culver backlot, casting long, skeletal shadows through the gaps in the weathered wood of the barracks. Richard Dawson adjusted the collar…
THE DAY SCHULTZ TRIED TO EAT THE COMMANDANT’S SECRET BOXING GLOVE
Werner Klemperer is sitting in a brightly lit studio, years after the final “dismissed” was barked on the set of Stalag 13. He’s leaning back, his hands folded…
THE DAY THE GERMAN UNIFORM FINALLY GAVE UP
The host leans into the microphone, his voice dropping an octave as he looks across the table at Richard Dawson. We are sitting in a dimly lit studio,…