THE DAY COLONEL POTTER FINALLY BROKE THE ENTIRE SURGICAL TENT
I was sitting in a small, sound-dampened studio recently, doing one of those long-form podcasts where the host really wants to get under the skin of the “Golden…
THEY SAT IN THE BASTOGNE FOXHOLES AND THE SILENCE BROKE THEM
Almost fifteen years after the cameras stopped rolling, three men walked into a frozen forest in Belgium. They weren’t soldiers. They were actors. Scott Grimes, Richard Speight Jr.,…
THE “JUST MARRIED” SIGN MEANT GOODBYE… BUT THEY WEREN’T READY.
The sun in the Malibu hills still has that same biting, unforgiving heat it did forty years ago. Loretta Swit shaded her eyes, looking out over the dry,…
THE DAY THE COMMANDANT COULD NOT STOP LAUGHING AT STALAG 13
The interviewer leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at the small, glass circle sitting on the table between them. It was a simple…
THE SCRIPT SAID GOODBYE… BUT HARRY MORGAN KNEW BETTER.
The restaurant was too quiet for a Saturday night in Los Angeles. Loretta Swit sat across from the man who had been her commanding officer for eight long…
HOW A SQUIRT GUN BLOOD PUMP BROKE THE MASH OPERATING ROOM
It is funny how memory works when you get to my age. People always ask about the heavy stuff, the episodes that made the world cry, or what…
THE JEEP NEVER LEFT THE RANCH… BUT MIKE FARRELL NEVER REALLY GOT OUT.
The sun was beating down on the dry, scrub-choked hills of Malibu, much like it did back in 1975. Mike Farrell stood at the edge of the old…
THE SOLITUDE OF THE BULL: WHEN THE MUD OF HOLLAND BECAME REAL
They called him the “Great White Bull.” On the set of Band of Brothers, Michael Cudlitz didn’t just play Sergeant Denver “Bull” Randleman; he inhabited the man’s skin,…
THEY THOUGHT IT WAS JUST ACTING… UNTIL THE CAMERAS STOPPED.
Loretta sat across from him, her eyes catching the soft light of the restaurant. It had been decades since the dust of the Malibu ranch had settled, yet…
THE UNFORGETTABLE MOMENT THE MONOCLE FINALLY WON THE WAR
Werner Klemperer sits back in the plush leather chair of the podcast studio, his voice still carrying that rhythmic, operatic cadence that made Colonel Klink both terrifying and…