Birth date: May 29, 1950 Death date: Jan 6, 2024
Robert A. Slivatz aka Scotty, age 73 of Richmond, Michigan passed away on January 6, 2024 at McLaren Macomb, Mt. Clemens, Michigan. He was born on May 29, 1950 in Highland Park, Michigan to Albert and Lois Slivatz. He graduated f Read Obituary
I served with Scotty in the 1st Special Forces, Okinawa. Scotty and I were both weapons experts and were inseparable friends. I have kept in touch with Scotty and Lynn over the years. Scotty and I ended up being on police departments. I will always have a picture of Scotty and his contagious grin. He was never down and always smiling. He will now be with all the Green Berets that have gone before him and will be among his family. De Opresso Libre my brother. Hank and Debbie Emond.
On behalf of the Capuchin brothers I offer my deepest sympathies on the passing of Robert. It is truly humbling to receive memorial donations in honor of his life. Please be assured of my prayers for the entire Slivatz family during this great time of grief. May perpetual light shine upon Robert.
Bob was the most interesting person I have ever met. I had the privilege of singing bass with him in the St. Kieran’s choir for a number of years. He was never at a loss for words. He authored three books. He referred to us as the “Four Bassmen of the Apocalypse”. There are only two of us left (Paul Zarin and I), now since Dan Foreman passed a short while ago. There was never a dull moment. He had a very sharp sense of humor that sometimes verged on the risqué. He drove our choir director (Catherine) nuts and embarrassed Lynn often. We both were veterans and had spent time at Fort Bragg ( now Fort Liberty). He was in Special Forces and I was a “leg” in the Army Signal Corp. He was the weapons specialist in his Special Forces squad and, to me, seemed to know everything about guns. He and Tom Radacy,(a tenor and also a veteran from the 10th Mountain Division) would spend a lot of time talking about calibers, bullets, grains, muzzle velocity, and other characteristics that were Greek to me. I felt safe around Bob because I always thought he was “packin” and looking for shooters. He made a lasting impression on people he met. When I told my son, who met Bob once years ago, that Bob had died, he remembered him.
May he finally rest in peace,
Joe Vogel
I have been long term friends with Bob (Scotty) for well over 35 years. He was like a brother in many respects.
