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Went to a terrific birthday party yesterday

In the country!  (I got lost driving up) Multigenerational! (I want a kid, but not a baby/toddler. They are so … helpless. For me: A brash, wicked-smart 10 year old boy. I’ll let him grow his hair long! He’ll have his own dirt bike!) Vegetarian buffet before the ice cream birthday cake (not vegan – shame on us) and strawberry rhubarb pie The lovely hostess (so funny and smart!) gave me a ton of veggie lasagna to take home, some of which I am devouring now, for a late breakfast:


(Can you tell I make lousy coffee and tea? Note: the Keurgig machine and the 123,987,664 K cups! TOTALLY Rose-proof!)

All the food at yesterday’s birthday party was deelish – and vegetarian! Beautiful salads, so healthy … My friend’s vegan meatballs are the tastiest meatballs in the world! It is such an easy recipe, too. I am asking her to email it to me, so I can share it with you!

Why kill a living being just to eat its flesh? Steak. Gak! I haven’t eaten any since high school. I became a veggie-lover after living in a kind of hippie vegan commune in northern New England when I dropped out of college for a year, years ago. The place changed my eating habits FOREVER. I can’t believe I haven’t written a few columns about my experiences there!

Why support the animal concentration camp that is American factory farming? This country lags so far behind Western Europe in farm animal care. Many countries don’t even want our hormone-, anti-biotic-laden meat/poultry exported to their shores. Can’t blame them. Sick animals reflecting a sick, hyper-violent farming culture.

CUT BACK ON YOUR MEAT and POULTRY! MAKE OUR LEADERS IN CONGRESS AND IN OUR STATE HOUSES CHANGE LAWS THAT PERTAIN TO FARM ANIMALS. There have been some small but significant changes in the laws: cage size, stalls that let an animal turn around …Watch a couple of movies about AMERICAN FACTORY FARMING and learn and … have your heart broken.

Reject it all …

To help YOU change your life …

– Rosalie Tirella



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A few days ago I spied …


… me, Rosalie!, visiting Unique Finds Antique and Vintage Gifts Shop, at 1329 Main St., Worcester.

What was I doing there?


Checking out some vintage tools for the OIF (it’s his birthday next month) …


But I should have walked away with a bit of lovely Italia!

American style!

Visit Unique Finds Antique and Vintage gifts shop in the Webster Square area of Worcester (1329 Main St., by Henshaw Street) TODAY!

Fun weekend treasure-hunting!

Open every day until 7 p.m.

Great stuff! For not a lot of $!


Today’s also a great day to HEAD OUT TO REC FARMERS MARKET at FULLER FAMILY PARK, behind the Main South YMCA.

FRESH, STRAIGHT FROM WORCESTER COUNTY FARMS: Veggies, fruit, bread and other yummies for sale. BEST PRICES in town!



Plus local artists selling their arts and crafts!


– Rosalie Tirella


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Chef Joey says: SUMMERTIME is WATERMELON salad time!

Text, photos and recipes by Chef Joey

It’s the middle of the year! The irony of “mow” vs. “snow” is crazy! While we try to stay warm in the winter, we try to keep cool in the summer.  And what better way to be cool than with refreshing salads and drinks?

One of my favorite salads is a watermelon salad; it is so fresh and delicious and can be a meal in itself with cheese added for protein.

You can be creative with spices. My favorite is fresh basil. However, any FRESH spice works: cilantro, rosemary, chervil or even mint. They all sparkle with the watermelon.


So with a rosemary watermelon I add Feta cheese crumbles and sprinkle with cider vinegar. With basil I add a touch of balsamic vinegar and crumbled blue cheese or feta.


With cilantro I tend to use champagne vinegar and add queso blanco and a touch of salt.

They are all head turners and always a hit!

Ok here is the watermelon history part! Watermelon traces its roots to Africa, where it is found growing wild. Sometime in the the 19th century, watermelon basically was indigenous to tropical Africa.


Researchers have found evidence of its cultivation in the Nile Valley tracing back to 2000 BC!  Watermelon seeds have been found at 12th dynasty sites and in the tomb Tutankhamun!

Watermelon is also mentioned in the Bible as a food eaten by the ancient Israelites while they were in bondage in Egypt.

In the meantime…during the 7th century, watermelons were being cultivated in India, and by the 10th century they reached China, which is now the world’s single largest watermelon producer. Spanish Moors introduced the fruit into Europe and there is evidence of it being cultivated in Córdoba in 961 and also in Seville in the 1100’s. It spread north after a stint in Spain to southern Europe, very slowly because summer temperatures were most likely a factor for good yields. The fruit had begun appearing in European herbals by 1600, and was widely planted in Europe in the 17th century as a minor garden plant.

European colonists and people that were then deemed slaves brought watermelon into the “Colonies.” Spanish settlers were growing it in Florida in when they arrived in 1576, and it was being grown right here in the Bay State by 1629, and by 1650 was being cultivated in Peru.  Even Brazil, Panama and many British and Dutch colonies discovered their love of watermelons! Never mind South America – around the same time, Native Americans were cultivating the crop in the Mississippi valley and Florida. Watermelons were introduced by the invading Captain Cook to Hawaii and other Pacific islands, where they were rapidly accepted.


The wonderful watermelon!

Visited my friend and her family in the country today …

… Patty, owner of Barton Brook Kennels in Leicester, has this HUGE AMAZING GARDEN on her huge, amazing stretch of land!!! And this country lady also has a horse, pony, sheep, goats, dogs and cat!

Plus the dogs she boards!

Such GREAT fun seeing the farm animals in their natural element, as God, in her infinite wisdom, intended… Jett had fun running off lead! Pat’s daughter and grand kids taught me how to pick lettuce correctly (from the bottom, OUTSIDE leaves first so the plant keeps growing strong…).


I got some mint, too, which this Italian-American will stir into her spaghetti sauce. Wonderful for your iced tea, too!

Thank you, Patty!


P.S. Your family rules! They know so much about the land and animals and good food. So polite and nice!  You are blessed, gal pal!


To my readers:

If you are going away this summer and want to board your dog/s in the beautiful country, with a yard and river and cute kennels. …

CALL PATTY AT (774) 200-5292

All dogs must be current on vaccinations. They must also have gotten the shot for kennel cough.

Zipping around Worcester today …

… I spied the cutest cottage on Cambridge Street! Love the blue posts, the painted flower pots, the American flags (so patriotic!) and the potted flowers. And the wind chimes! And the small front yard garden!



When people like Paul Collyer tell me I live in the ghetto and three quarters of Worcester is a ghetto, I say to Paulie Collyer and fellow inner-city bashers:

Take a look at this teeny South Worcester abode. Somebody’s palace! Not your ghetto!

Go, Worcester inner-city residents, go!!!!

– Rosalie Tirella

Pondering the festivities


Joey deep-thinks the 4th …

By Chef Joey

Walking the dogs this morning I was pondering what festivities are going to happen this year on the 4th of July weekend, seeing as it falls on a Saturday.


Normally, I think about food, but walking in Hadwen Park with my dogs Vinny and pup I passed a bench painted in red white and blue and “1776-1976” on a concrete slab.

I started thinking about the United States Bicentennial and how it was 39 years ago. In 2026 we will celebrate the 250th anniversary of our independence from Great Britain.


Then I thought: Do our younger people know about the date and what it really stands for? Then I was remembering dribs and drabs you learn in school, like the Tea Party and the taxes without representation and how this all started in 1620 with the Mayflower and just 150 years seeking freedom the values were still there, and the proud sense of unity these “Colonies” had achieved.

And here we are in Massachusetts, the birthplace of “The American Revolution” that started in Boston in 1775 as the “Shot heard around the world.”


This was the catalyst to the legal “separation” of what was called the Thirteen Colonies from Great Britain, (not “England”) that actually made it to paper and occurred on July 2, 1776, thanks to the Statesman and a member of the Second Continental Congress Richard Henry Lee, from Virginia. His motion called for the colonies’ to seek their independence. He was also a signor on the Articles of Confederation.  His famous resolution of June 1776 was what led to the “Declaration of Independence.” The new “United States” that were independent from Great Britain.

After voting for independence, Congress turned its attention to the Declaration of Independence, which is actually a statement explaining this decision, which had been prepared by a Committee of Five members. Thomas Jefferson was the principal author. The members of congress debated and revised the wording of the Declaration, and it was approved 2 days later on July 4.

While researching  this article I came across this written in a letter on July 3 by John Adams to his wife, Abigail:  “The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epoch in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward forever more.”

Ok, so Adams’s prediction was off by two days. But from the outset, Americans celebrated independence on July 4, the date shown on the much-publicized Declaration of Independence, rather than on July 2, the date the resolution of independence was approved!

Coincidentally, both John Adams and Thomas Jefferson, the only signers of the Declaration of Independence that were also Presidents of the United States, died on the same day… July 4, 1826, that just happened to be the 50th anniversary of the Declaration! One other “founding Father” that was not a signer of the Declaration of Independence, but did become a President, James Monroe, died on July 4, 1831, 5 years later; thus becoming the third President in a row who died on the holiday. On a flip side, Calvin Coolidge, who was the 30th President, was born on July 4, 1872, and, to date is the only U.S. President to have been born on Independence Day.

That being said – When I was a kid in school in France I had learned about this “Revolution” and it did not end in 1776 – even though documents were being written up and celebrated,  The British were meanwhile mustering forces to suppress the revolt. Sir William Howe, The Brit that led and won the costly the Bunker Hill Battle took on and defeated George Washington, and captured New York City and New Jersey. Washington, not too happy (remember the crossing of the Delaware river December 25th?)  came up with the plan to cross the river and other troops walked 9 miles to Trenton, NJ.  They were able to capture the detachment, and drove the British out of New Jersey. This victory is really what gave new life to the new “United States” as it while it was believed the British were winning.  It actually resulted in more people joining the American army.

There were many other battles going on well after all this.  The British were not doing so good in Canada either so another British General, John Burgoyne decided to turn the focus back on the Colonies and headed south.  He started in Quebec with 8000 soldiers and was trapped and defeated in what we know as Saratoga NY.  He surrendered and that my friends was the Battle of Saratoga that happened a year and a half of the signing in October 1777. This American victory actually is what encouraged France to enter the war in 1778, now we are 2 years later still fighting!  Spain joined forces in 1779, which was huge because now we were not fighting alone.

At some point in 1778 the British shifted their strategy toward the southern colonies, where they planned to enlist many Loyalist recruits. The British forces were doing good with having Georgia and South Carolina under their control in 1779 and 1780, but as time moved on the Loyalists were waning and their servitude was weaker than the British had planned on. In 1781 British were moving through Virginia, but their escape was blocked by the French navy off the coast of Virginia near Yorktown, the French lost over 200 men vs 90 British, but they wounded almost 250 British soldiers, killed 90 and knocked out 5 ships.  At this point George Washington took control of the “Franco-American” siege and captured the entire British force of over 7,000 men. This my friends marked the defeat that finally turned the British Parliament against the war. Just to add a few more tidbits, the war on the Oceans continued, and the British Navy scored key victories, especially the Battle of the Saintes that lasted for 4 days near Guadeloupe for the French in 1782, giving them those colonies.

So finally on September 3, 1783, the Treaty of Paris ended the war and the world now recognized the United States over the territory bounded by what is now Canada to the north, Florida to the south, and the Mississippi River to the west. France gained its revenge, got some Caribbean Islands and a heavy national debt, while Spain picked up Britain’s Florida colonies, and a few Islands too.

So, United we Stand!


Our forefathers believed in something, and while the documents were drawn by chosen leaders, it took many deaths and another seven years for us to be able to celebrate our freedom.   Our armed forces protect us all over the world, and we should be thankful that the fight still continues to keep us the “United States of America.”

Fourth of July, Green Island style!

editor’s note: I’ve been working on a Fourth of July Green Island Grrrl column for you, but it’s only half-written. It’s going to be a little late. The Old Injun Fighter and I are spending the afternoon together getting ANOTHER German Shepherd dog for him and his beloved Anna, his GSD! She’s all alone now that Sparky has passed away. She is so lonely! The OIF is still hurtin’!

A 125-pound German Shepherd dog with wicked high energy! That’s the solution! That’s who we’ll be picking up today! I was up all night trying to wrap my brain around this “jaunt” … but no matter how intensely you plan, with a German Shepherd dog the size of a black bear (GORGEOUS ANIMAL) you always say a little prayer. I will be driving. I will be drinking a ton of coffee. The OIF and I will be bickering. The dog will be??? Pray for me, the OIF and the beautiful German Shepherd dog! 

For this morning, this is the best I can do: a GIG July 4th column I wrote a few years back, which I still like a lot.       – R.T.


By Rosalie Tirella

I’ve celebrated the Fourth on a blanket in Boston listening to the Boston Pops and guest vocalist Johnny Cash. I’ve celebrated the Fourth at East Park here in Worcester. Always a lovely time.

Last night I was thinking about my Green Island Fourth of July’s – the years when I was a kid and lived with my mother, father, sisters and grandmother in “the Island”:

I am a little kid – about 9 – and I am standing on our three decker’s back porch. Third floor. It is the afternoon and the sun is shining sweetly. I am looking at “Val,” the buxom middle-aged lady who lives across the way from our rickety three decker in her rickety six-unit building, on her third-floor porch. A big, weed-choked, empty lot lies between our buildings but that is all. The vegetation hasn’t kept Val from inserting herself into ours – everyone’s – lives.

She is wearing a negligee today – for the Fourth of July. I can see it from my back porch. She is on her back porch talking loudly. I swear I can see her bright red lips from my third floor porch! In 10 years I will have learned the word “slatternly,” and it will remind me of Val … but today I am a little kid so Val is just … Val.

Val is very drunk on this special national holiday – in a very happy, friendly way. She is talking with anyone who passes by her building, her ta ta’s damn near falling out of her negligee as she leans over her porch railing to chat up passersby who always chat back. I am standing on my porch, quiet as a mouse, not even smiling because I know Val can be scary sometimes. On a few occasions she has battled with my granny, called my granny, also feisty, a DP – Dumb Polack – during one of their shouting matches held across their back porches. DP, my mom tells me, really stands for Displaced Persons, what they sometimes called immigrants. Val is being mean when she yells DP at my granny, who doesn’t miss a beat and yells back: KISS MY ASSY! and turns her plump little dumpling shaped butt to Val – while standing on our back porch – and tap, taps her butt which is covered in those sweet all flannel nighties with little pink rose buds on them. Bapy – Polish for Granny – wore those flannel nighties year ’round – even in the summer.

Granny is not battling Val today. Granny is inside, sitting in her easy chair we have set up for her in the kitchen, at the head of the kitchen table, a place from which she candrink her cup of coffee, eat her egg sandwich and see and comment on all the household happenings. She has been sitting there my whole life! I love her with all my heart!

But I digress. Val is out on her porch today in her negligee because it is the Fourth of July, a special day – for her and America. Val has turned and gone inside her apartment, a flat that is also home to her wimpy boyfriend, gorgeous blond 18 year old daughter from another guy, and two huge attack dogs: a German Shepherd and Doberman. Both fierce. Both having chased me up a fence more than a few times. Val doesn’t believe in walking her dogs to do poop. She just lets them out, they rush down the three flights of stairs like noisy moose and shit and pee in the little front yard and rush back upstairs. Val has them trained to a tee.

Val has come out of her flat – this time she is carrying her portable record player. I am watching all this from my back porch – not saying a word, not even smiling. Just waiting … . Val puts her record player down, hooks it up to a bunch of extension cords and I see her going back in, cord in hand. Then she comes out with a record album – a big one. I am guessing it is the same one she played last year, has the songs which we – the entire Bigelow Street neighborhood – heard last Fourth of July: patriotic tunes. The kind you can – like Val – march around on your Green Island porch to. Later I would learn these songs were written by John Philip Sousa.

Val puts on her lp. Cranks it up! Da da da da da da de da da! La da da da de da da! Boy, this music is good! Very up beat! I am tapping my feet! I look across the way and see Val crack open another beer and take a sloppy swig and lie on her reclining beach chair on her porch. I can see her relaxing through the slats on her porch through the slats on my porch!

The music is great! Val is getting drunker. …

It is a few hours later and Val is singing – to the entire neighborhood! The folks in our hood are getting ramped up! People are coming out and throwing chairs and sofas and old tires into a big pile in the empty lot a few lots down from Val’s place, diagonally across the way from our three decker flat. I go in doors and crow to my mom: THEY ARE GETTING READY FOR THE BIG BONFIRE, MA! To myself: HOORAY!

My mom, careworn, grimaces. She doesn’t say a word, never voices her disapproval of Val. But I know she is not thrilled with the situation. Sometimes she is the one who will call the Worcester Fire department when the flames of the big bonfire grow too huge and lap up the July night air and orange sparks fill our Green Island night. The fire has never spread cuz the neighborhood kids and adults have kept it in check with big poles that they use to poke at it. But the flames still worried my mom …

But the eve has just begun! I so want to be a part of the celebration and throw some of Bapy’s rags onto the bonfire! She has so many that she wraps her arms in for her arthritis. Old country ways/cures die hard in Green Island. … Bapy never really changes her clothes. Just gives herself sporadic sponge baths and peels off old rags and puts on new ones. She always smells fecund. I love her odor! I still miss her Bapy smell!! If only we could re-smell all the people we have loved through the years. The men I have been with, my late mom who held me to her heavy Heaven Scented perfumed breasts as a child and a teen, my Bapy’s immigrant odor, my long-gone dog Bailey’s gamey scent … .

Anyways, the bonfire was being readied for the big night, but my mom would never let me join in the mayhem. It was all a little too wild for us. We were the good kids. My mom the perfect mom who worked so hard at the dry cleaners and went to church with her three girls every Sunday. My mom knew everyone in the hood and was always polite and talked with folks, etc – she was not a snob. But, she liked to tell her girls, she would never sit and have a cigarette with the ladies, like half the women in our hood did – visiting each other in each other’s tenements, gossiping about folks, bitching about cheating husbands and boyfriends. My mother was busy raising her girls as perfectly as she could, making sure they went to school every day and did all their homework and got all As and went to bed early and ate well. She had no time to wallow in her poverty – or her husband’s wild ways. She – we – transcended the shit.

So, there I was, stuck on our third-floor porch. An observer. My sisters would be home from Crompton Park soon. They would love this spectacle, too! Not as much as I did. But they would hang out on the porch, eating Freeze Pops, their lips ice blue from the sugared ice treat – and watch.

My father would disappear for the day. Celebrate in his own fashion, I guess. He was as crooked as some of the guys in the hood, but he played out his crookedness in other parts of Worcester. I suspect the East Side of town. What my mom and us kids didn’t know wouldn’t hurt us.

… It was dark out now and Val was singing up a storm and marching around her porch. La di da di da!!! Bang bang! Someone had lit the bonfire and everyone was gathered around it! Except for me and my kid sisters. We were on our back porch eating Freeze Pops, mesmerized by the flames – they must have been two stories high! The folks in the hood out did themselves this year! It was like something you would see in an old Western movie – the Indians roasting an elk on a spit they had set up over the flames. People’s faces orange from the glow of the flames. Very primitive and real.
“Come out here, Ma!” I yelled to my mother. “Ya should see how big the bonfire is this year!!”

My mother was indoors getting our clothes ready for the Fourth of July cook out we would be having at our Uncle Mark and Aunt Mary’s the next day. They lived in a a cute pink ranch house in the Burncoat area – a nicer part of town. My mom liked this part of the Fourth best of all. A day off she could celebrate with her favorite sister in her sister’s big back yard, my Uncle Mark grilling hamburgers and hot dogs on the big three legged grill he had stoked with those black brickettes he always doused with lighter fluid. Yum, yum, yum ! We were all pre-vegetarian in those days – ate meat, Nissaan white rolls and buns, potato chips, soda, Cheez-Its … the typical American BBQ 1960s fare. Heaven!

Ma would have none of it. She was busy making sandwiches for the cook out at Uncle Mark’s. She wanted us in bed early for tomorrow. We kids would have none of it. The flames were roaring! So was Val! Some jerk threw too many old tires on the bon fire, so now the air smelled awful! It was thick with gray smoke. We kids started coughing. Ma came out and took a look. Her mouth fell open. She looked at her three silly girls and frowned. I knew … She was calling 911.

In a matter of minutes the Worcester Fire Department had come and the fireman were hosing down the bon fire with their big hoses. The flames were doused out! Smoke was everywhere.

BOO! BOO! BOO! shouted all the kids and adults at the firemen. You could hear their laughs, too.

“Boo, Boo! Boo!!!” my sisters and I yelled from our back porch, laughing. “BOO! BOO!”

It had been, as usual, a fab Fourth of July!

Open tomorrow (Monday), Tuesday …

… Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday – ’til 7 p.m.

That’s Seven Days a Week! For your shopping pleasure …

Unique Finds Antique and Vintage gift shop!

1329 Main St., Worcester

I visited the shop this weekend and took pics of these just-in jewels-in-the-rough:       – R.T.








TOMORROW! FREE yoga, live music, kids activities, art for sale at the BEST, MOST PROGRESSIVE Farmers Market in Worcester!


Saturday, June 27

9:30 am to 1 pm

Fuller Family Park in MAIN SOUTH, behind the YMCA Central Branch

So much more than fresh, local produce, fresh baked goods, fresh eggs …

(and don’t forget to check out the market at Beaver Brook, every Monday and Friday!)              – R.T.

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Worcester native serves in Navy Reserve during Centennial Year


Senior Chief Petty Officer Thomas Shea 

By Kayla Good, Navy Office of Community Outreach

GULFPORT, Mississippi – A Worcester native and 1980 Saint John’s High School graduate is serving in the U.S. Navy Reserve as it celebrates its 100th year protecting America.

Senior Chief Petty Officer Thomas Shea is part of a unique group of Americans who serve their country in uniform part-time while also working full-time jobs outside of the military. Created in 1915, the Navy Reserve has played a major role in nearly every conflict the U.S. has been involved with during the past decade.

“I joined the Navy Reserve because I wanted to serve my country with pride and honor,” said Shea.

Shea’s current assignment is with Naval Mobile Construction Battalion 27, based in Gulfport. Sailors attached to NMCB 27 and other similar units, nicknamed “Seabees,” specialize in building roads, bridges, airfields and other structures for the U.S. military in areas of conflict around the world.

“The thing I enjoy most about my job is building various projects. I also love being able to lead sailors up the right path in life,” said Shea.

Shea and the rest of NMCB 27 are part of the Navy’s construction force that has been around for more than 70 years. Seabees have built entire bases and bridges and bulldozed and paved thousands of miles of roadway and airstrips for the U.S. military all over the world, playing a vital role in every major conflict the U.S. has been involved with since World War II.

With nearly 600 personnel assigned to the battalion, jobs are highly varied and every job plays an important role in keeping the battalion ready to deploy around the world to defend America whenever and wherever they are needed.

Shea plays an essential role in the battalion as the senior enlisted advisor of a mobilization command, who oversees the management and well-being of the sailors within the command.

As a reservist, Shea is continually balancing both the expectations of working as a Sailor and as a civilian. “The quality and traits that you learn, such as time management, translates to great success in the civilian world,” says Shea.

“Being a reservist compliments my job on the outside world as a steelworker and the service to my country makes me a better all around person,” said Shea.

Shea’s commanding officer, a reservist himself, said he is impressed every time the battalion meets to train throughout the year by the professionalism of his sailors.

“I am extremely proud to be a part of this this team, one of the best I’ve ever had the honor of serving with in my entire career in the United States Navy,” said Cmdr. Greg Schell, commanding officer of NMCB 27. “This Battalion is ready, willing, and able to deploy now to defend freedom and our way of life, anywhere around the world.”

The Reserve is a major component of the Navy representing about 20 percent of its total forces. Congress authorized the establishment of the Federal Naval Reserve on March 3, 1915. Initially, the only Sailors eligible to enroll were enlisted Navy veterans. On Aug. 29, 1916, with the prospect of America’s entry into World War I looming, the Federal Naval Reserve reorganized to allow the enrollment of non-veterans and was designated as the U.S. Naval Reserve Force.

Since Sept. 11, 2001, there have been more than 70,000 Selected Reserve mobilizations, along with an additional 4,500 deployments by full-time support sailors, including more than 8,000 who have done a second combat tour. Since the Reserve’s establishment in 1915, five U.S. presidents have served in the Navy Reserve.


“Why Being There Matters”

On our planet, more than 70 percent of which is covered by water, being there means having the ability to act from the sea.

The Navy is uniquely positioned to be there; the world’s oceans give the Navy the power to protect America’s interests anywhere, and at any time.

Your Navy protects and defends America on the world’s oceans. Navy ships, submarines, aircraft and, most importantly, tens of thousands of America’s finest young men and women are deployed around the world doing just that. They are there now. They will be there when we are sleeping tonight. They will be there every Saturday, Sunday and holiday this year. They are there around the clock, far from our shores, defending America at all times.

Thank you very much for your support of the men and women in the U.S. Navy, deployed around the clock and ready to protect and defend America on the world’s oceans.