Brig. Gen. Robert L. Scott Jr., one of America's most celebrated World War II fighter pilots and author of the best-selling wartime memoir "God Is My Co-Pilot," died yesterday at an assisted living center in [tag]Warner Robins[/tag], Ga., home of Robins Air Force Base, near Macon. He was 97.
General Scott was an icon in this town. He had that legendary status usually reserved for those who passed so long ago that their exploits were inevitably elevated to tall-tale stature. What was so remarkable about that was his physical stature was quite unremarkable. He was fairly short, quite light and hardly an imposing figure - physically or personally. But then again, that is what made everyone who met him like him.
I had the honor of meeting him once at a golf tournament (raising funds for our Air Museum was his passion). With a firm handshake and a "Bob Scott, how-ya doing young man?", I was an immediate fan. Seeing him go through the crowds shaking hands and saying hello in such a way that made you think he was just a guy just like you and me. Except of course the fact that he had an entire section of the Museum dedicated to his life and acts. But the way he carried himself you'd never know that "Bob" was in fact also "Brigadier General Robert L. Scott, Jr" World War II flying ace and legend of this little Georgia town.
We'll miss you Bob, but you were already a legend for quite sometime. Say "hey" to your Co-Pilot for me.