Lt. Col. R.R.L. Robertson (F 41-44) died on 15th October 2011, aged 81.
His nephew, Ralph Findlay, sent in the following:

 “My uncle Robbie was born in Glasgow, on 28th December 1926, the youngest of three children. He was a loving and devoted husband to Helen, who died in 1981.
Uncle Robbie and aunt Helen married in 1958, and although having no children of their own, they had several nephews and nieces, whom they blessed richly.
Educated at St Bees, in Cumbria, Robbie became very active in the school Combined Cadet Force or CCF. The school motto “EXPECTA Dominum” (Wait for the Lord) made a big impact on him in his formative years and spurred him on in his adult life.
As an “Old St Beghian”, Robbie was prepared for a military career. After leaving St Bees and working with his father for a time he eventually followed him by joining the “The Ladies from Hell”, better known today as the ‘Black Watch’. My grandfather served with them in the trenches of the Somme in the first world war.
Robbie’s commission took him to India (Peshawar), then into Burma with the “Chindits”, to defend King, Country and Empire, serving during 1940-47; this provided him with some vivid insights and fostered his strong sense of loyalty and comradeship.
When war ended he joined the 5/6th Highland Light Infantry (HLI), where he achieved the rank of Lt Colonel.
Robbie owned a couple of petrol stations in Glasgow for several years. I remember they were ESSO because he gave my sister and me the tiger tails from the promotion – “Put a Tiger in your Tank”.  After selling the stations he started his own haulage company, hauling freight between Belfast and Glasgow. He continued this until he retired, when he ran five tractors for almost twenty years. He often regaled me with tales from his time on the road.
In later years, after my mother died, uncle Robbie would come down to stay with us each Christmas. A mark of the respect he engendered from others was that our friends also called him ‘Uncle Robbie’! The evenings of his visits, whether at Christmas or other times, would always be filled with hours of putting the world to rights.
He was a real gentleman, highly principled, a very private man, ever striving to do the right thing, a loving and dutiful son, brother, brother-in law and husband, who constantly strived to emulate his father, my grandfather, in everything he did. He had a mischievous twinkle in eyes which always spoke of ‘fun’. When his wife died it was very clear to everyone who knew him that a big part of him died with her. I believe he never quite got over her death; he never seemed the same again.
Uncle Robbie was always very straight, but you could talk to him about most things. He listened, held back his judgments - well, often at least - holding strong opinions that might not agree with yours, but he loved the debate. He was frugal, never wasting his money, but was very generous when appropriate.
He loved playing his chanter, which should have come with a health warning, and doing the puzzles in the Telegraph and Sunday papers too. He looked forward to the HLI lunches each week.
These are just some of my memories of my uncle, but I think everyone who knew him will remember him as a man of honour, integrity and loyalty and someone to be trusted or relied upon when the chips were down.”

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