Major-general Sir John Malcolm GCB, KLS (2 May 1769 – 30 May 1833) was a Scottish soldier, diplomat, East India Company administrator, statesman, and historian.
Sir John Malcolm was born in 1769, one of seventeen children of George Malcolm, an impoverished tenant farmer in Eskdale in the Scottish Border country, and his wife Margaret (‘Bonnie Peggy’), née Pasley. He left school, family and country at the age of thirteen, and achieved distinction in the East India Company over the next half century. A spirited character, he was nicknamed ‘Boy Malcolm’; for throughout his life he retained a youthful enthusiasm for field sports and fun and games. But behind this boisterous exterior lay serious intellectual ability and a considerable talent for government.
Arriving at Madras in 1783 as an ensign in the East India Company’s Madras Army, he served as a regimental soldier for eleven years, before spending a year in Britain to restore his health. He returned to India in 1795 as Military Secretary to General Sir Alured Clarke, participating en route in Clarke’s capture of the Cape of Good Hope. In the Anglo-Mysore war of 1799 he served with the Hyderabad contingent, and later as joint secretary of the Peace Commission setting up the new government of Mysore. Later that year he was selected by the Governor-General (Lord Mornington, later Marquess Wellesley) to lead a diplomatic mission to Persia. Following his return in 1801 he became Wellesley’s private secretary, based in Calcutta (Kolkata).
John Malcolm is a footballer who played as a wing half in the Football League for Accrington Stanley and Tranmere Rovers.
John Malcolm (26 March 1936 – 13 June 2008) was a Scottish actor who appeared in numerous films and television productions over a 40 year period.
He attended Barnsley Holgate Grammar School for Boys, Barnsley and trained as an actor at RADA. He then appeared in repertory theatre in Scotland and England and with the Royal Shakespeare Company. He also founded the Traverse Theatre, Edinburgh in 1962 and The Theatre Chipping Norton in 1973.
His film appearances included The Reckoning (1969) and The House That Dripped Blood (1971). His television appearances included Enemy at the Door as Oberleutnant Kluge, Nanny, Coronation Street and War and Remembrance as Field Marshal Wilhelm Keitel.
John Malcolm (died 1788) was a sea captain, army officer, and British customs official who was the victim of the most publicized tarring and feathering incident during the American Revolution.
A Bostonian, Captain Malcolm was a staunch supporter of royal authority. During the War of the Regulation, he traveled to the province of North Carolina to help put down the uprising. While working for the customs service, he pursued his duties with a zeal that made him unpopular. The fact that he was a loyalist during the Tea Act, the three-pence tea tax detested by the patriots did not help his reputation. In November 1773, sailors in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, tarred and feathered him. Malcolm got off relatively easy in this attack, since the tar and feathers were applied while he was still fully clothed.
As a hard-line Loyalist, Malcolm often faced abuse and provocation from Boston's Patriots, the critics of British authority. People often "hooted" at him in the streets, but Governor Thomas Hutchinson urged him not to respond.
John Malcolm CMG (31 August 1873 – 17 June 1954) was a New Zealand physiologist and university professor. He was born in Halkirk, Caithness, Scotland on 31 August 1873.
In the 1947 King's Birthday Honours Malcolm was appointed a Companion of the Order of St Michael and St George for services to the medical profession.
John Malcolm was a Scottish soldier.
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Scalpel, Clamps. Pull him to the ground.
No innocent hands! Every second counts! (Ha ha ha)
Cut! Through his skin thick blood flows.
No anaesthesia as I dig in!
Spleen uncovered, brutally removed.
So wasteful, tasteful, eaten from within.
Stitch him back up so he survives.
Eating intestines to keep ourselves alive.
Thirteen days starving to Death since they bombed this place.
All the roads blocked the forest stocked full of mines.
No, there is no escape!
Half the village died, animals fled.
Plague lurking like a ticking time bomb.
The stench of death.
I won't regret, doctor! Use your craft!
Now amputate my hand so I can eat!
I can eat...
Forced beyond sanity they kept themselves alive. Lost all their dignity.
Forceps, Clamps. Pull him to the ground.
No innocent hands! Every second counts! (Ha ha ha)
Cut! Through his skin thick blood flows.
No anaesthesia as I dig in!
More of them died, putrefied, but the surgeon lived on.
Fed on their organs, limbs, a blood hunger never satisfied.
Soon he realized his raid of Death had come to an end.
No living soul left, for his hunger driven theft. Killed them all!
"But I must eat!
Just a little piece of me!
Come to daddy!"
He must eat!
Twenty days almost starved to Death in this forsaken place.
Found by soldiers who brought him back, he was safe.
Comatose, little did he know what horrors slowly crawled upon him once he
(a)rose. "Severe war traumas" he was told.
Mouth guard. Strap. Pull him to the ground.
No innocent hands! Every second counts.
He ate his own tongue. Thick blood flows.
"We are losing him!" Heart fails.
So wasteful, tasteful, eaten from within.
This blood hunger grown to be a part of him.
Never satisfied, in his last moment realized,