James Doohan has died.

Ok, this has nothing to do with Afghanistan.

The world lost another of the original "Star Trek" actors today. James "Jimmy" Doohan played Scotty in the Star Trek. Even if you've never watched "Star Trek" (What?! Have you been living in a cave???), you know the phrase "Beam me up, Scotty."

Doohan was special amongst the actors. One reason was his genuine affability. He was always genial and happy in his philosophies. He was a joy in person, and I'd had the pleasure of meeting him several times.

He was also a Soldier. He landed on the beaches of Normandy on D-Day with the Canadians. He was wounded six times, including the loss of a finger.

Doohan never shied from his fame or association with "Star Trek". His legacy will be one of sharing with the fans, including saving one notable one from suicide.

Scotty is gone, another one of the famous crew gone. Slowly, the door on the original "Star Trek" seems to be closing. It's a finality that's inescapable... no warp speed or shields to stop it.

I will miss Doohan being around, but am glad, yes, glad he died. Recently diagnosed with Alzheimer's, he faced a future of being robbed of his mind - instead, he was blessed to die with his wife by his side, and mind still there. It was our culture robbed, but... that was always destined to happen.

"Star Trek" is a legacy that will live on for generations to come (yes, I believe that - it's one of our society's cultural legends) and through it, so will Doohan. We'll always be able to go back and see that smile, hear the laugh, and call out to have him beam us up.

God speed, Scotty. And thank you.