For some of us, the archetypal British officer! Almost unremarked, Nicholas Courtney passed away last month after a long battle with cancer; in the end, the only enemy he couldn't defeat.
Those of us who were children in the UK at the height of the Cold War slept sound in our beds at night knowing we were protected from "all manner of space thuggery" by men like Brigadier Alastair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart...
Who needs capes and masks and Fortresses of Solitude to be a superhero? All you need is a pair of tan leather gloves and a Browning; there wasn't a problem in Heaven or Hell - or many, many places in between - that wouldn't respond to a stiff volley of accurate rifle fire or a well-placed bazooka round