


Three hours ago, this man was in a battle. Two hours ago, we operated on him. He’s got a 50-50 chance. We win some, we lose some. That’s what it’s all about. No promises. No guaranteed survival. No saints in surgical garb. Our willingness, our experience, our technique are not enough. Guns, and bombs, and anti-personnel mines have more power to take life than we have to preserve it. Not a very happy ending for a movie. But then, no war is a movie.
Without him, M*A*S*H couldn’t be M*A*S*H. He written and directed a lot of great episodes (Goodbye Farewell Amen,Comrades in Arms,…). And his acting was always perfect. Alan commuted from Los Angeles to his home in New Jersey every weekend for 11 years! Loretta Swit once saw him cry, and when she asked him what’s wrong, he said: I miss my children. But I know he really loved M*A*S*H. He will be my favourite actor forever :)
