Robert Glenn Scott Jr.

Doc Bob

Born in Denver, Colorado January 16, 1926.

Died in Rosemead, California March 20, 2010.

Amazing teacher, devoted spiritualist, Bronze Star Veteran of WWll, farmer, veterinarian, agricultural consultant, expert witness, alter minister, and happy, inspirational bike rider.  He received the following commendations for his services in the European theater with Patton’s 3rd Army, Company C, 44th armored infantry battalion, 6th armored division during the Battle of the Bulge in the Ardennes Forest during the winter of 1944-1945:

Bronze Star for Heroism

3 Battle Stars

European-African-Middle Eastern Theater Ribbon

Army of Occupation Ribbon

Good Conduct Medal

Honorable Discharge

Doc’s service is memorialized at the WWII Memorial on the Main Mall in Washington, D.C.

He is survived by 4 children Rob, Leslie, David, April, and 8 grandchildren.

A friend’s quote, February 2010, “There goes that guy that gets on his bike and prays with people.”

A memorial service will be scheduled in May for friends and family in the Brighton area.  Bob’s children are planning to plant trees and install sitting benches in his name.

For those who are interested in contributing to the memorial fund in Bobs name please contact Leslie Scott- Rose

Now Bob is singing in the choir of angels


This is an amazing song.
And, this is an amazing day…


Doc is an inspiration. I received another song this morning that again brought him to mind. I can hear and see him singing this one.
This is so beautiful——-absolutely amazing children …
What Angels Must Sound Like.
Bill Schmidt

P.S.  The two images are from Leslie, Doc. Bob’s daughter.

PFC Robert G. Scott, Jr.

PFC Robert G. Scott, Jr.  S/N 17092199 has moved to another campaign.  You can visit his Memorial at the main mall in Washington, D.C.    His wish was to continue his service to the medical students at the University of Southern California.  He has moved on to graduate school.

Bob - WWII Bronze Star Honoree

WWII Memorial

Doc Bob moves on

Good Morning,
I wanted you to know that my dad passed this morning at 3:30am, March 20, 2010.   They said that he passed peacefully.  I know that you know that he is rejoicing to be free of the body and alive in spirit.
On Wednesday he had a great conversation with his friend in Minnesota, Bill and my brother David reading Psalms 23…
Thank you for your friendship to my father…. He loved the sharing that he had with friends….
      God Bless You
Leslie Scott-Rose

Doc Bob and WWII

This entry is taken from an email from David Scott, Bob’s dedicated and loyal son.  As administrator of the blog, I am including it.  Also, here is a link to Bob’s story about his experience in WWII.  Click here!

I spent the past few years trying to get Doc to write a book about World War II.  I was never really able to get him to get excited about doing it because he spent the past 65 years trying to forget the horror of the war he fought in so valiantly.  Doc lied about his age to enlist in 1943 when he was just 17.  During the Battle of the Bulge in the harsh winter of 1944 Doc’s company in Patton’s 6th Armored Division was pinned down by a German artillery barrage.  The Germans were firing 88 mm anti-aircraft, more commonly known as flack, canon shells at the troops on the ground.  This rain of hot explosive shrapnel was devastating to the troops as the shells explode above the ground and the soldiers could not escape the rain of metal in their fox holes.  Doc always told me that you think you cannot dig in frozen ground, until you hear the whistle of the German 88s coming in.  Then he said you can dig real fast using the folding GI issue shovels as a pick.  He said the nut that holds the folding shovel in place would freeze solid and he would have to pee on the nut to loosen in up.  [Read more →]

Best time in my life

This morning we leave the office of Quantum Laboratories and head off to Lake Taupo to deliver some soil test reports and then head toward the coast near Tauranga where Peter has a cabin near the sea.
I am eager to get headed toward my family and hope Luella is on her way to recovery. I have had an emotional roller coaster wondering what is happening with her health problems.
This has been one of best times in my life. There simply are not adequate words to express the good things that have happened. For about the last five years of my life it has been increasingly difficult for me to get up off of a chair. It was virtually impossible for me to get out of a booth in a restaurant so we had to hunt for a table. I was careful to continue to ride my bike and was doing everything I knew to do keep some of athletic ability but I became more and more feeble. I had resigned myself to admit that if I fell down I would need help to get back up. [Read more →]

New Zealand – Wednesday, March 17

There are pictures on the internet of my time here.  Check them out.

Peter took me to an air strip where they were loading a plane. I think I got some pictures of the loader in action. The plane takes just a few minutes to drop the load on the hills. He is guided by a GPS signal so he knows where the last pass was.  From the time he lands untel he Is taking off again is less than one minute and in this case he had 1 and 1/2 tons of powder in the load.
The system can change the productive capacity of the grass because we will have measured the soil with a test and know the trace elements that are lacking. The load in this case had a blend of Calcium Carbonate, Magnesium Oxide, Copper, Cobalt, and Manganese. One of the fuctions of Manganese is to allow the water molecule to split into an H+ and an -OH ion so it allows immediate action following a rain. Where there is a deficit of Manganese, grass will not grow and grapes will not set on the vine so we can work miracles. [Read more →]

Advice – From Peter’s Mother

Speak Gently
 Speak gently! — It is better far
    To rule by love, than fear —
Speak gently — let not harsh words mar
    The good we might do here!

Speak gently! — Love doth whisper low
    The vows that true hearts bind;
And gently Friendship’s accents flow;
    Affection’s voice is kind.

Speak gently to the little child!
    Its love be sure to gain;
Teach it in accents soft and mild: —
    It may not long remain.

Speak gently to the young, for they
    Will have enough to bear —
Pass through this life as best they may,
   ‘T is full of anxious care!

Speak gently to the aged one,
  Grieve not the care-worn heart;
The sands of life are nearly run,
  Let such in peace depart!

Speak gently, kindly, to the poor;
  Let no harsh tone be heard;
They have enough they must endure,
  Without an unkind word!

 Speak gently to the erring — know,
  They may have toiled in vain;
Perchance unkindness made them so;
  Oh, win them back again!

Speak gently! — He who gave his life
  To bend man’s stubborn will,
When elements were in fierce strife,
  Said to them, “Peace, be still.”

Speak gently! — ‘t is a little thing
  Dropped in the heart’s deep well;
The good, the joy, which it may bring,
  Eternity shall tell.

Eastern New Zealand

I am on the east coast. There is a town on the east called Napier another near it called Hastings I am a little south and on Highway 2.  I am about 5 hours driving time south of Auckland.
I go with Peter to hold meetings and he and a new partner are consultants. They do not farm. They have a laboratory. The web site is

I am indeed blessed with good health. We are busy almost all day and do a lot of driving. I just sit there when we are driving. I am just a story teller at the meetings but I am good at telling the farmers about how to utilize the services of the Lab. [Read more →]

Hills, airplanes, and farming

We will go to an area where we want to develop more business. Advertise the meeting and call our regular clients and hope for a few more farmers to explain what we do.
It is a wonderful way for me to see the country,
We have Beef Cattle and Sheep farms and the main diet for these animals is grass.
The topography of many of these farms is on the side of a mountain. When we prescribe a fertilizer, it will be applied to the farm by an airplane. It is a remarkable process to watch. The airstrip will be flat area of grass probably on a mountainside someplace near the farm. The fertiliser will be delivered by a truck to the airstrip. The loader is a truck that can go on the highway but when it gets to the loading site the loader is built on the back of the truck so the driver then changes seats so he can see what he is doing. [Read more →]