I went to a convention in Orlando where James Doohan was attending a couple of years before his passing. For some reason the autograph room was empty so I said I am going to talk to James. I walked right up to his table as held my hand out, and I said, "Mr. Doohan, your show is the reason I joined the Navy."
He took my hand, not shook it, and guided me around the table and had me sit with him. He told me how he has family in the U.S. Navy, and told me his harrowing remembrance of storming the beaches of Normandy and getting shot four times, but then he stared asking questions of me. What I did, how my family handled me being gone so often, in a few minutes we were both a couple of veterans sharing stories of victories and losses.
It was magical. His handler shuffled me off and he stood with great difficulty and gave me many blessings. I nearly cried as I often nearly do in sharing histories with old soldiers. To compensate I shouted at Julia Nickson that I loved her and that Double Dragon was one of the most awesomest movies ever.
Later I am in the lobby with the girl I was trying to impress, and Mr. Doohan, handler in tow, walked through and to me it seemed like he veered off his path and came over to see me. He patted me on the shoulder and said more very nice things to me. It was remarkable that he took the time to come my way when I knew it was hard for him to do so.