Gary Burghoff AKA Radar from ‘M*A*S*H’ Always Kept His Left Hand Out of View – Five Times We Could See It

The hit 1972 sitcom “M*A*S*H” introduced the world to a number of memorable and beloved characters, from the smart-mouthed yet compassionate Captain Benjamin Franklin “Hawkeye” Pierce to his endearing friend, Captain B.J. Hunnicutt. Almost every character had stuck in the minds of the fans.

One of the characters that often featured but was easily overlooked by his military counterparts due to his nervous nature was the 4077 MASH unit’s company clerk, Corporal Walter Eugene “Radar” O’Reilly. Although many of the staff on the base tended to take Radar’s effort for granted, the fans sure noticed him.

Radar was portrayed by the acclaimed actor Gary Burghoff from the start of the TV show in 1972 until the seventh season, which aired in 1979. Although fans clamored for more of the unassuming clerk, Burghoff revealed that he needed to step away from the show to rekindle his personal relationships and fight burnout.

“M*A*S*H’s” Influence and Burghoff’s Personal Identity
Although Burghoff enjoyed playing Radar, the role became increasingly demanding. The actor commented that it became difficult to separate himself from his character in the eyes of the public, which soon became tedious. He also noted that he despised being fawned over by the crowds:

“Aw, I know I’m cute. Cute, cute, CUTE! I was always cute because I was always the smallest kid on the block. I hate cute.”

Everyone saw Burghoff as an adorable, short, timid character as they’d known him on-screen and on the stage for many years. However, after years of being looked down upon, both metaphorically and physically speaking, Burghoff grew tired of the persona so easily attributed to him by scores of people he had never even met.

The actor lashed out against this view of him as a cute little fellow by defending his height. As he so rightly pointed out, 5 feet 6 inches isn’t irregularly short, and he would have seen the tops of Arte Johnson or Mickey Rooney’s heads had they ever met. Nonetheless, the persona stuck.

Luckily for all his fans, Burghoff didn’t let his disability stand in his way, and he pursued his dream of becoming an actor.

Despite his misgivings about how others perceived him, Burghoff’s fellow cast members adored him. The director Charles Dubin recalled working with Burghoff before he left “M*A*S*H,” noting how caring and pleasant Burghoff was to everyone on set. However, Burghoff had another aspect of himself that drove down his self-esteem.

Burghoff had been born with a congenital disability called Brachydactyly, a form of Poland Syndrome. The condition left the actor with three fingers on his left hand that were noticeably smaller than the rest of his digits, and the abnormality had plagued him since he was a small child. The actor commented:

“Of course, this defect affected me while I was growing up. I suppose when I was very young, I knew my disability would set me apart and make me special.”

Luckily for all his fans, Burghoff didn’t let his disability stand in his way, and he pursued his dream of becoming an actor. Yet, becoming a fan-favorite on one of the most iconic TV shows America had ever produced never managed to quell his insecurities about his stout fingers and stocky frame.

Throughout his run on “M*A*S*H,” Burghoff tried to hide his left hand from the camera. He would often position himself so that the camera could only see one side of his body and usually gestured with his right if the scene required it, although the actor would be obligated to use both hands now and again.

In one of the earliest episodes, viewers were introduced to Radar as he stood in an open area, wearing a greyish shirt and his trademark cap. As the actor turned around and looked at the sky — once again hearing approaching helicopters before everyone else — the camera briefly panned over both his hands holding a football.

When Colonel Sherman T. Potter first made his appearance on the show, taking over from the beloved Lieutenant Colonel Henry Blake, Radar and the new commander shared a scene where they first met. As Colonel Potter exited the room to find the latrines, the camera centered on Burghoff’s upper body as he opened a box with both hands.

Another infamous scene caught Burghoff with both hands on camera. During a regular morning salute, with the loathsome Major Frank Burns leading the ceremony, Radar does his usual morning salute with a bugle. In a hilarious twist, one of the men fires off the ceremonial canon at Burns’s behest.

Naturally, Radar gets the short end of the stick as the cannonball flies directly at him, knocking his instrument clean out of his hands. In the next few seconds, Burghoff turns toward the camera in a pantomime of rage, balling his fists and stomping in outrage. Here, both his hands can be seen for a brief second.

In one of the later episodes, the writers showed off Radar’s softer side when he cuddled his pet guinea pig, Babette. Naturally, Radar stood with his left hand beneath his right, but just as he started to sing, Father John Mulcahy called for him. Burghoff’s hands were visible again as he put the Babette away.

One of the scenes where Burghoff openly showed his left hand came as part of another gag the show pulled. At the start of the scene, Radar could be seen walking across a dirt road while two other military personnel walked away from the camera. The man on Radar’s right first lifted his hand in salute, followed shortly by one on the left.

Radar, the pleasant character he was, lifted his right hand in response to the first salute, as military etiquette dictates. Caught off guard by the quick second salute, Radar lifted his left hand as well, essentially performing a double salute. Feeling sheepish, he frowned and lowered his hands slowly in one of Burghoff’s classic displays of confusion.

My Son and His Wife Dropped off My Grandkids on New Year’s Eve Without Warning – It Was the Last Time They Ever Did

When Linda’s son dropped off her grandkids on New Year’s Eve without warning, it wasn’t the first time he’d assumed she was free to babysit. But after a night of missed plans and unanswered calls, Linda decided it would be the last.

It was New Year’s Eve, and I couldn’t stop smiling. I smoothed my hands over my new burgundy dress, admiring how it looked in the mirror.

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A woman in a dress at home | Source: Midjourney

I’d been saving it for something special, and tonight was the perfect occasion. My hair was styled in soft waves, and the makeup I’d had done earlier gave me just the right amount of confidence.

“This is going to be a night to remember,” I said out loud, grinning at my reflection.

A happy woman smoothing her hair | Source: Midjourney

A happy woman smoothing her hair | Source: Midjourney

The evening felt so important. My high school classmates had planned a reunion dinner for the first time in years. At 60, time with old friends, laughing, reminiscing, and just being together felt precious.

I’d been counting down the days. Everything was planned: leave the house by seven, get to the restaurant by eight, and spend the night surrounded by people I cared about.

A smiling woman sitting at the table | Source: Midjourney

A smiling woman sitting at the table | Source: Midjourney

I was finishing up my lipstick when my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen and saw Jake’s name.

“Hey, Mom!” His voice was cheerful, as usual.

“Hi, Jake,” I said, still smiling. “What’s going on?”

“Listen, we’re driving over now. We’re dropping Jenni and Lily off for a few hours. Just till midnight!”

A smiling man talking on his phone while driving | Source: Midjourney

A smiling man talking on his phone while driving | Source: Midjourney

I froze. “What? Jake, I have plans tonight. I’m going to the reunion—”

“It’s only for a little while, Mom. We’ll be back before you know it!”

“Jake, wait, I—”

But he hung up before I could finish. I stared at my phone, my chest tightening.

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A concerned woman looking at her phone | Source: Midjourney

“This can’t be happening,” I muttered, glancing at the clock. It was already 6:30 p.m.

A few minutes later, I heard the crunch of tires in the driveway. I rushed to the door, hoping to reason with him.

“Hi, Mom!” Jake called out, stepping out of the car with Jenni in tow. Amanda followed behind, carrying Lily, who clutched her favorite stuffed animal.

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A woman carrying her daughter | Source: Midjourney

“Jake, I can’t do this tonight,” I said firmly. “I’m supposed to be at the restaurant by seven.”

“Don’t worry,” Jake said, waving his hand like it was no big deal. “We’ll be back before midnight, I swear.”

“You don’t understand,” I insisted, my voice rising. “This isn’t fair. I have plans—”

A woman in a dress talking to her son | Source: Midjourney

A woman in a dress talking to her son | Source: Midjourney

“We left snacks in their bags, and they’re already in their pajamas,” Amanda cut in, smiling like she was doing me a favor. “They’ll be no trouble at all. Thanks, Linda!”

“But—” I started again, but Jake hopped back in the car.

“Love you, Mom!” he called as the car sped off.

I stood there, stunned. Jenni and Lily looked up at me with bright smiles.

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Two happy sisters | Source: Pexels

“Grandma, can we watch cartoons?” Jenni asked, tugging on my hand.

I forced a smile, though my stomach was in knots. “Sure, sweetheart. Come inside.”

I settled them on the couch and handed them the remote. As they giggled over their favorite show, my phone buzzed again. It was a message from Cathy.

“The place looks amazing! Can’t wait to see you. Sending pics soon!”

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A woman texting on her phone | Source: Midjourney

My heart sank. A few moments later, the group chat started filling with photos—everyone was there, beaming, glasses raised in toasts, tables sparkling with candles and decorations. They all looked so happy.

I sat down at the kitchen table, staring at my phone. The excitement I’d felt earlier was gone, replaced by disappointment and anger.

“How could they do this to me?” I whispered, feeling tears prick the corners of my eyes.

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A sad woman sitting at the table | Source: Midjourney

At 11 p.m., I tucked the kids into bed. They fell asleep easily, but I couldn’t relax. I tried calling Jake, but it went straight to voicemail. Amanda’s phone? Same thing.

Out of habit, I opened Instagram, and there it was—a story from Amanda. A video of her and Jake at some fancy party, clinking glasses with friends, laughing, and having the time of their lives. The caption read: “Ringing in the New Year with the best crew!”

People having fun at a party | Source: Pexels

People having fun at a party | Source: Pexels

My jaw tightened as I set my phone down. Midnight came and went. I sat alone in the dimly lit living room, scrolling through more messages and photos from my classmates, trying to focus on their happiness instead of my own frustration.

By the time I heard the crunch of tires in the driveway, it was 3 a.m. I sat up straight on the couch, my heart pounding not from relief, but from anger.

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An angry woman in a burgundy dress | Source: Midjourney

Jenni and Lily were still asleep, tucked under the blanket I’d laid over them hours ago. The sight of their peaceful faces momentarily softened me, but the frustration bubbling inside wouldn’t go away.

I stood, smoothing my hands down the dress I’d been so excited to wear earlier that evening. Now, it was wrinkled and felt more like a reminder of the reunion I’d missed.

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An angry woman opening her door | Source: Midjourney

The front door opened, and Jake and Amanda strolled in, laughing softly. Amanda had her heels dangling from one hand, her makeup smudged from the long night. Jake’s shirt was untucked, his hair disheveled, but his grin was as carefree as ever.

“Hey, Mom!” Jake called cheerfully, as if they hadn’t left me stranded all night.

“Hi, Grandma!” Amanda added, waving like nothing was wrong.

A happy couple | Source: Midjourney

A happy couple | Source: Midjourney

I folded my arms and stared at them. “Do you have any idea what time it is?” My voice was calm, but my anger simmered just below the surface.

Jake shrugged, unbothered. “Yeah, sorry about that. Our friends wouldn’t let us leave. You know how it is.”

“No, Jake,” I said, my tone turning cold. “I don’t know how it is. I don’t know what it’s like to abandon my responsibilities and assume someone else will pick up the slack.”

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An angry woman talking to her son | Source: Midjourney

Amanda sighed loudly, shifting her weight to one foot. “Linda, it was just one night. Can we not make this into a thing?”

“Oh, it’s a thing,” I said sharply. “A big thing. You dropped your kids off with no warning, ruined my plans, didn’t answer your phones, and then show up at three in the morning like it’s nothing. Do you even understand how disrespectful that is?”

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An annoyed man | Source: Midjourney

Jake hesitated, like he wanted to argue, but I didn’t give him the chance. I stepped aside and watched as he walked over to pick up Jenni, who stirred slightly but didn’t wake. Amanda grabbed Lily, holding her close as she gave me a tight-lipped smile.

“Thanks, Mom,” Jake said sheepishly, shifting Jenni’s weight in his arms.

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A man holding his smiling daughter | Source: Midjourney

I didn’t respond. I just opened the door and watched as they carried the kids to the car. When the taillights disappeared down the street, I locked the door behind them, leaning against it for support.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but the anger didn’t subside. Instead, it settled into something firmer—resolve.

“This is the last time,” I whispered to myself.

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A tired elderly woman | Source: Midjourney

The next morning, I drove to their place and sat them down at the kitchen table. Jake and Amanda were visibly tired, probably from their late night, but I didn’t care.

“We need to talk,” I began, my tone steady. “What you did last night was unacceptable. I missed my reunion, my plans, everything I’d looked forward to for weeks. You two need to reimburse me for my dress, my salon visit, and the money I prepaid for the dinner.”

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A serious woman sitting in her kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“Are you serious?” Jake asked, his eyes wide. “Mom, that’s petty.”

“I’m dead serious,” I replied. “This isn’t just about the money. It’s about respect for my time and my life.”

They eventually agreed to pay me back, though they grumbled about it the whole time. I set another boundary, clear and firm: no more last-minute drop-offs. They needed to ask first, or I wouldn’t be available.

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An annoyed couple | Source: Midjourney

They pushed back, but I didn’t budge. By the end of the conversation, I felt empowered, determined to reclaim my time and dignity. They didn’t like it, but they reluctantly agreed.

A week after New Year’s Eve, the doorbell rang unexpectedly. I peered through the window and saw Jake and Amanda, the kids in tow. My stomach clenched. Not again.

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A couple with their kids on the porch | Source: Midjourney

I grabbed my phone and hesitated for a moment, guilt tugging at me. But then I remembered the reunion, the photos I’d missed, and the way they’d brushed off my feelings.

I answered the call through the intercom. “Hi, Jake. I’m not home right now.”

There was silence before he responded. “What? Mom, we’re here with the kids.”

“I told you last week, Jake,” I said firmly. “You need to call ahead. I have plans.”

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A woman in a green dress talking on her phone | Source: Pexels

“But we’re already here!” Amanda chimed in, her voice tinged with annoyance.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t help you this time,” I replied. My heart raced as I hung up, leaning against the wall to steady myself. I heard muffled voices outside, followed by the sound of their car pulling away.

For the rest of the day, guilt gnawed at me, but so did a sense of relief. I had stood my ground.

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A woman meditating in her bedroom | Source: Pexels

In the weeks that followed, something changed. Jake began calling before visits, and when they needed help, they asked instead of assuming. I even noticed Amanda being more polite during our conversations.

These small changes made a big difference. With clear boundaries, our relationship felt lighter, more respectful. I no longer dreaded surprise drop-offs, and I felt proud for reclaiming my time.

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A confident woman at home | Source: Pexels

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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