Born in 1958 Roy Aletti should definitely be called ‘Mr. America’. Owner of a paint supply store and many amazing, tangible pieces of American history, Mr. Aletti displays the characteristics of a small-town man. With a constant smile; he’ll call you by name and ask about your family.
Roy takes personal pride in honoring Americans who have served in the military. His front yard decorations change with the seasons, and always a reminder of the American soldier is present.
This year, 2018, Mr. Aletti commissioned a statue of the WWI Doughboy to commemorate the 100th anniversary of the signing of the Armistice effectively ending military operations and hostilities of WWI.
Roy Aletti is constantly busy with parade invitations and gladly displays his American pride in many of those invitations. Roy considers himself “the biggest kid on the block.” His warmth and laughter are real. His love for the USA is pretty infectious.
His family arrived in the US 108 years ago and surely ingrained a love for our country. Happy to say that Patriotism shines a bit brighter in the Town/Village of Harrison, NY because of his Love for America!
Thank you, Roy Aletti, for your support of the American military.
Elisabeth FD Sacco
In1948 the NCO and Officer’s clubs offered opportunities to learn and practice military protocol. Meetings such as this one, sought to reduce the pressures of living within the structures of rank and of maintaining poise and a sense of purpose.
Every spouse is aware that even slight mistakes, such as not cutting one’s lawn, can effect an efficiency report. These women have made an effort to wear ‘just the right clothes’ and not make social mistakes. The ‘career ladder’ is on everyone’s minds and it effects where they are sent and how they live.
My Ft. Bliss POC phoned one morning in early December 2011, inviting me to their early January St. Barbara’s Day Ball. I explained I was committed to a function at Holloman Air Force Base that evening. He called back the following week, and said I really would like you to come to this ball. Again, I explained that I could not disappoint the Holloman AFB Officers Wives whose fund raising event was that evening.
He called back the next week and in a very no-nonsense voice said, “Millie, you must come to the St. Barbara’s Day Ball. I finally gave in, told him that I would wear my new black pantsuit. He quickly said, “Oh no, you must wear a long dress.” So, I drive to Albuquerque and paid $350. for a long dress — on sale. The evening of the event, my Command Sergeant Major friend picked me at the hotel on the base. My husband, Marvin, stayed in the hotel room, watching a football game.
CSM James Ross turns around from the front passenger seat, he had a driver, and said “Now Millie, here is what’s going to happen tonight—you are the Guest of Honor”. High-ranking officers were there from bases all across the USA and some from out of the country. The room holds 600, and it was packed. I was seated at the head table, next to General Dana Pittard, Ft. Bliss Commander, with a vacant chair next to me. After some preliminary programming, I was called to the stage where a visiting General Officer placed a red ribbon that held a large gold medallion around my neck, explained the significance of the Molly Pitcher Award (very little of it which I recall), and handed me a framed certificate that proclaimed me to be a woman who had earned this coveted honor.
I had never heard of Molly Pitcher and did not know the history of this award until I got home and googled Molly Pitcher. To this day, I’m not sure I’ve shown the appropriate gratitude for having been honored with such an esteemed award.
by Millie Woods