My Dad Would Have Liked Donald Trump!

Raymond J. Schneider, USN
1940 Naval Academy yearbook

Every now and then I do a Google search on my dad's name. I feel like a miner panning for gold -- searching for little nuggets of family history. And today I found one, a letter to the editor  Daddy wrote to the Naval War College Review in 1984, the year before he died. It's filled with the practical common sense and respect for the people the elite Dems call "deplorables."

His letter reminds me of Donald Trump's respect for the folks in fly-over country who are often ignored by our political betters who delight in telling us what's good for us since they know it all.

Like Trump Daddy always had deep respect for the little guy, paritcularly those under his command. When other officers were holding parties to entertain their superiors, my dad would have a picnic for those who worked for him. Mom said she never expected him to make admiral because he wouldn't play work politics. His advancement was all on merit.

Memorial Day: Praying for all those who gave their lives for us -- and remembering my dad.

RADM R.J. Schneider, USN
1917 - 1985

He survived World War II or I would not be here -- nor would eight of my ten brothers and sisters. Daddy was a Pearl Harbor survivor on the USS Detroit, one of only two ships to get out of the harbor that day. As an ensign, he was the ranking officer on board because all of the other officers were on shore that Sunday morning.

My oldest brother was among the youngest of the Pearl Harbor survivors since he was in my mom's womb during the attack. Many of Daddy's classmates (USNA 1940) lost their lives that morning. I'm sure that influenced his decision to stay in the Navy after the war. He went on to devote his life to the defense of the country. One of his first acts of defending his family was to escort the ship evacuating my mom and brother from Hawaii back to the west coast where they remained for the duration of the war.