{"product_id":"standing-by-isbn-9780399163791","title":"Standing By","description":"More than two million U.S. service members have been deployed to Iraq or Afghanistan in the last decade.   More and more of these veterans are writing about their wartime experience, but few military spouses have shared the truth about what it’s like when a loved one leaves for battle. \u003ci\u003eStanding By\u003c\/i\u003e is Alison Buckholtz’s candid account of her family’s struggles during her husband’s eight-month deployment on an aircraft carrier in the Persian Gulf during Operation Iraqi Freedom and a subsequent year-long deployment to Iraq. With insight and humor she describes trying to keep life as normal as possible for the couple’s two young children while transitioning into the unfamiliar – and at times unwelcome –role of military wife. Throughout both deployments, a remarkable and surprising series of events challenges her long-held assumptions about the military, motherhood, and even the nature of American citizenship.\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA rare and intimate portrait of a family that represents America’s fast-growing population of service members and veterans, \u003ci\u003eStanding By\u003c\/i\u003e is a window into what matters for families everywhere.\u003c\/p\u003e“\u003cb\u003eStanding By\u003c\/b\u003e is a hysterically funny, deeply moving, and ultimately breathtaking book. Any husband or wife will draw inspiration and wisdom from this extraordinary story.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003eAndrew Carroll, \u003ci\u003eNew York\u003ci\u003e Times\u003c\/i\u003e-\u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003eWar Letters\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eBehind the Lines\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A universal story of friendship, family, and endurance in the post-9\/11 world. Standing By is sometimes funny, sometimes heartbreaking, but always a beautiful, honest book about the toil and triumph of modern military life.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Siobhan Fallon, author of\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003ci\u003eYou Know When the Men Are Gone\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Alison Buckholtz has penned the reality of military marriage.... Buckholtz also provides us with historical depth and insight into Navy traditions and practices, making the book educational for even the most seasoned military spouse. \u003cb\u003eStanding By\u003c\/b\u003e is both honest and compelling reading. With her civilian roots and candidly naive perspective of military life, Buckholtz evolves into an admittedly proud Navy wife on its pages. Her book will make veteran military spouses nod their heads in agreement and will mesmerize many civilian readers who want to learn more about the sacrifices, upheavals, and surprising pleasures in the daily life of the naval aviator's spouse.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003eProceedings Magazine, U.S. Naval Institute\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This memoir by a Washingtonian about adjusting to life as a military wife is a touching account of giving up preconceptions and reaching out to others.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003eWashingtonian Magazine\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Alison Buckholtz wrote Slate.com’s “Deployment Diary” column, and her essays have been published in the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eReal Simple, \u003c\/i\u003eand many other publications.  She lives in the Washington, DC area with her husband, an active-duty Naval officer, and two children.\u003cp\u003eTable of Contents\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTitle Page\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCopyright Page\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDedication\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIntroduction\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePART ONE -  Workups\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  1 -  Shock and Awe\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  2 -  Who by Water\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  3 -  Gone Mom\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  4 -  Lost\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  5 -  The Provincial\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  6 -  Pippi\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 7 -  O’Dark-thirty\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  8 -  Flat Daddy\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 9 -  A Day of Mother\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  10 -  Cryptology\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  11 -  Starfish\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  12 -  Beautiful World\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  13 -  The Loved Dog\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  14 -  Tell Me Your Secrets\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  15 -  My Sweetest Friend\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  16 -  The Feast of Crispian\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  17 -  New Beginnings\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePART TWO -  Deployment\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  18 -  By the Waters of Babylon\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  19 -  American Trinity\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  20 -  The New Normal\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  21 -  “People in the Navy Kill People”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  22 -  The Navy Wife\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  23 -  That Stupid Boat\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  24 -  Pancakes and Ice Cream\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  25 -  Rock Bottom\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  26 -  A Draft of the Heart\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  27 -  The Happy Family Photo\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  28 -  COWs and Other Mammals\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  29 -  Everyday Fantasies\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  30 -  “If It Were Easy, Anyone Could Do It”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  31 -  Diving into the Wreck\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  32 -  “When Is It My Turn?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  33 -  Pippi\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  34 -  Counting Down\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePART THREE -  Homecoming\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter  35 -  Magical Powers\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAcknowledgements\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e Selected Bibliography\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eABOUT THE AUTHOR\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJEREMY P. TARCHER\/PENGUIN\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePublished by the Penguin Group \u003cbr\u003ePenguin Group (USA) Inc., 375 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014, \u003cbr\u003eUSA • Penguin Group (Canada), 90 Eglinton Avenue East, Suite 700, Toronto, \u003cbr\u003eOntario M4P 2Y3, Canada (a division of Pearson Canada Inc.) • Penguin Books Ltd, \u003cbr\u003e80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England • Penguin Ireland, 25 St Stephen’s Green, \u003cbr\u003eDublin 2, Ireland (a division of Penguin Books Ltd) • Penguin Group (Australia), \u003cbr\u003e250 Camberwell Road, Camberwell, Victoria 3124, Australia (a division of Pearson \u003cbr\u003eAustralia Group Pty Ltd) • Penguin Books India Pvt Ltd, 11 Community Centre, \u003cbr\u003ePanchsheel Park, New Delhi-110 017, India • Penguin Group (NZ), 67 Apollo Drive, \u003cbr\u003eRosedale, North Shore 0632, New Zealand (a division of Pearson \u003cbr\u003eNew Zealand Ltd) • Penguin Books (South Africa) (Pty) Ltd, \u003cbr\u003e24 Sturdee Avenue, Rosebank, Johannesburg 2196, South Africa\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePenguin Books Ltd, Registered Offices: 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eCopyright © 2009 by Alison Buckholtz\u003cp\u003eAll rights reserved. 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Special Markets, 375 Hudson Street, New York, NY 10014.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLibrary of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBuckholtz, Alison. \u003cbr\u003eStanding by : the making of an American military family in a time of war \/ Alison \u003cbr\u003eBuckholtz. \u003cbr\u003ep. cm.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eeISBN : 978-1-101-02877-3\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e1. Buckholtz, Alison. 2. Navy spouses—United States—Biography. \u003cbr\u003e3. United States. Navy—Military life. 4. United States. Navy—Aviation—\u003cbr\u003eAnecdotes. 5. Naval Air Station Whidbey Island (Wash.)—Anecdotes. I. Title. \u003cbr\u003eV736.B \u003cbr\u003e359.0092—dc22 \u003cbr\u003e[B]\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhile the author has made every effort to provide accurate telephone numbers and \u003cbr\u003eInternet addresses at the time of publication, neither the publisher nor the author \u003cbr\u003eassumes any responsibility for errors, or for changes that occur after publication. \u003cbr\u003eFurther, the publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any \u003cbr\u003eresponsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFOR THE AMERICAN MILITARY FAMILIES \u003cbr\u003eWHO SHOW ME THE WAY, EVERY DAY\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Child, my heart feels nothing. I have no words, no questions. \u003cbr\u003eI cannot even look him in the eyes. If it really is Odysseus, and \u003cbr\u003ehe is home, we will recognize each other well enough; there \u003cbr\u003eare secrets that we two know and no one else.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e—\u003c\/i\u003eThe Odyssey, XXIII, 104-110. \u003ci\u003ePenelope is speaking to her son after\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eseeing her husband, Odysseus, for the first time in twenty years. He has made\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003ehis way home after fighting in the Trojan War.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAll the new thinking is about loss. \u003cbr\u003eIn this it resembles all the old thinking.  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Robert Hass, “Meditation at Lagunitas”\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eAuthor’s Note\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen my family moved to Washington state during the summer of 2006, I had no inkling that I would write a book about our experience as a military family. Neither did the scores of new Navy friends who trusted me with their stories, or the spouses in our squadron who reached out for help. Within weeks of our relocation to Naval Air Station Whidbey Island, I obtained the most treasured security clearance of all: access into the lives of people who would come to mean a great deal to me. I heard their heartbreaks and triumphs in confidence, and to maintain that confidence I have changed names and significant identifying details of nearly all non-family members. In cases that required a greater level of sensitivity, composite characters and altered situations stand in for the real thing, though the essence remains intact. The only secrets revealed are my own.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSo, first, a confession: I am not an expert on the military or even the Navy family. I read many books and articles on these subjects, and these texts tutored me in a heritage I am privileged to claim (though I alone am responsible for any errors in the telling). To gain the broadest understanding of the military-family experience, however, I talked to the people who constitute this extraordinary community. Many of the service members’ spouses I have met since embarking on this unexpected path have traveled it much longer than I have, and their experiences are richer and more dramatic than my own. Learning of the far-flung places they have established their lives, and the hardships and losses they have endured, has humbled me. Their adventurous spirit has inspired me. They have taught me valuable lessons about the challenges and rewards  of a military lifestyle, and I feel honored to transmit what I have learned from them—especially if I can bring these stories to a civilian population with a limited understanding of America’s armed forces. But no one military spouse can represent another, and certainly not the entire group.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFinally, a note about the way I refer to military spouses. When discussing our squadron’s officer families, I often write about “wives,” and I use the pronoun \u003ci\u003ehe\u003c\/i\u003e to refer to the married officers of our squadron. Although many officer spouse clubs include both men and women, ours was composed solely of women. Within the squadron, approximately one-fourth of the officers were women. While this is a larger proportion than in most similar units, the female officers were all single, so there were no men among the group of officer spouses. (There were several men among the enlisted spouses.)\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI explain my use of pronouns in such detail because female members of the armed forces make up an ever-growing and important portion of the military’s enlisted and officer ranks. Their sacrifices and their service cannot be overstated. I don’t assume that all service members are male and that all spouses are female, because the reality is quite different. However, during the tour I describe in this book, my peers were fellow military wives, and my use of pronouns simply reflects the reality I lived at that time.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003e Introduction\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA Navy wife should be proud of the Navy and her connection with it, and never by word or deed should she cast any discredit upon it. Times will be hard and separations will be long, but she should present to the world a cheerful agreeableness rather than a resigned stoicism. The Navy doesn’t particularly care for a wife who is too \u003ci\u003eobviously\u003c\/i\u003e carrying her load. Take life as it comes in your stride, my dear, and you’ll be loved all the more for it!\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e—The Navy Wife: What She Ought to Know About the Customs of the Service and the Management of a Navy Household\u003c\/i\u003e (1942)\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eS\u003c\/b\u003ecott paced in front of me, back and forth, back and forth, silent. But I knew what he was thinking.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“This will never work,” he finally said. “We need to break it off now before it becomes too painful. I’ve been in long-distance relationships before. They always go bad. I don’t want that to happen to us.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe was breaking up with me, but it was hard to get upset. This was the third time he’d tried to call it quits, and we’d been dating less than a month. He was a nice guy—too nice—and though we both felt an intense bond immediately after we had met, he remained worried. The problem was obvious: We would have only another month to get to know each other before he moved from southern Maryland, where he was a Navy test pilot, to a base in  Whidbey Island, Washington, where he would undergo two months of flight training. After that, he was headed to a squadron in Japan for three years.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I think we can make it work,” I said, as gently as I could. After our two previous breakups, I saw how easily he could be persuaded. But I had a shred of dignity left, however tattered, and I refused to let him off easily again. Besides, this time, I had an inkling of what nagged at him. His sister, a high school friend of mine who had set us up, confessed that he feared I wouldn’t make a good Navy wife.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI didn’t want to dance around the issue any longer. I had already started to grow my hair long for our wedding. We needed to move on with this thing.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Are you afraid I wouldn’t make a good Navy wife?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I know you’d be good at it,” he finessed. “I just think you would hate it. It’s not for you. It’s not who you are.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eScott counted all the things required of an officer’s wife at his level: relocating frequently, involvement with the wives’ club (the “knives club,” as it is sometimes referred to), “mandatory fun” with people you hardly know, being left behind during long and frequent deployments, shouldering the problems of younger service members’ wives, exposure to the ever-present possibility of death.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCarrier aviation, after all, is a dangerous business. Just a few months before we met, two friends from Scott’s test-pilot school class had crashed while he was flying. He witnessed the event and the subsequent fire from his jet. He’d been close to the wife and girlfriend of both aviators who died; watching them at the funerals and helping establish scholarship funds for the children forced him to think practically about what he required of a girlfriend, even though we’d been dating for such a short time.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI understood why Scott believed military life wasn’t for me. I loved my urban Washington, D.C., apartment. I loved my job handling communications for a national nonprofit association. I loved  dining at the numerous ethnic restaurants within easy walking distance of my place. My parents lived twenty minutes away, and I visited them nearly every weekend. Two of my younger siblings rented nearby apartments, and the third was a short Amtrak ride up the Northeast corridor.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMost of my friends’ lives mirrored mine. Like me, they were in their early thirties, with graduate-school degrees and jobs that promised either great riches or deep fulfillment (depending on the diploma). We read \u003ci\u003eThe Washington Post\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e  and \u003ci\u003eThe New Yorker\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eHarper’s\u003c\/i\u003e. We agreed on most issues and voted for the same political candidates. We commuted from condos within three subway stops of one another on the D.C. Metro’s Red Line. We met for readings at Politics \u0026amp; Prose, a nearby bookstore-café. We scheduled brunches on Sundays. We dated one another. None of us had friends or relatives in the military.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBefore I met Scott, I imagined service members to be well-intentioned robots, necessary to society but alien to my thirty-one-year experience of life in America. We began dating during the spring of 2001—before the attacks of September 11 and the subsequent war on terrorism brought faces in uniform to morning newspapers and evening broadcasts. So no military presence peopled my consciousness. I’d never heard of a wives’ club, except maybe as the punch line to a joke. I didn’t understand Scott’s point when he referred to the responsibilities of an officer’s wife or the ways the Navy consumes your personal life.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut none of that mattered to me in those early days. Since I’d never seen Scott in his flight suit or his uniform, just in the polo shirts and khaki pants he wore on our dates, it didn’t really seem like he was in the Navy.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I think we can make it work,” I repeated.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI was falling in love, and I brushed away my fears. So we talked for hours, repeating ourselves, circling back to the same issues, until  he said he couldn’t take it anymore. He broke up with me anyway. But he was too tired to drive the two hours back to base, and he asked to sleep on my couch.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI undressed in my room, in the dark, and slid under my quilt. I lay awake, certain that Scott would knock lightly at any minute or just push the door open and proclaim that he was all wrong. He didn’t. He slept on the couch. All night. And when I peeked out in the morning, he was gone.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBy the end of that year, we were married.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eI\u003c\/b\u003en the seven years since we stood under the wedding canopy, Scott and I have moved four times and have had two children: Ethan, who is now six, and Esther, who is four. After tours in Japan and Washington, D.C., we currently live in Anacortes, Washington, a friendly town of 16,000 tucked into the far northwest corner of the state. My husband is the commanding officer (CO, also known as Skipper) of a squadron of EA-6B Prowler jets at nearby Naval Air Station Whidbey Island, and I am the “wife of.” Fortunately for me, many requirements for military spouses have changed over the decades, and expectations have shifted even further during the last few years. When Scott became skipper of his squadron, he offered me the opportunity to opt out of the responsibilities that are normally associated with being the CO’s wife—those same challenges he counted on the fingers of both hands during that anguished night in my old apartment.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut our tour here is just three years, and a lot of good can be done in that time. I’ve seen firsthand how visiting an enlisted couple with a new baby can boost the morale of the whole squadron, simply by demonstrating that someone at the top of the food chain (however short and insignificant a chain it is) cares about them. I’ve witnessed how delivering a meal to a woman with sneezing kids, and a husband in Iraq, can transform her whole day. I’ve watched  the way that the squadron’s emotional support cheered a young mom who took her toddler to the base hospital for a bruise and was wrongly accused of child abuse. And I’ve learned how potluck dinners, birthday celebrations, holiday parties, and afternoons at the bowling alley can make military families feel just a bit less alone during a long deployment.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFor an institution that prides itself on following directives and procedures, it’s interesting that no formal rules exist for spouses to organize, lead, or participate in these sorts of activities. As the skipper’s wife (this is how I am known within the squadron), my level of involvement falls somewhere in the middle of the spectrum. Many spouses do much more; many do far less. Sometimes the end result is exactly the same.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA few items in the job description are critical. In naval aviation the CO’s wife, with the help of the ombudsman (who works closely with family members, especially enlisted spouses), provides a continual flow of information to squadron families during deployment. If a jet crashes, if there is a terrorist incident or an emergency on the aircraft carrier, the CO’s wife often hears it from her husband first. She or her husband notifies the ombudsman, activates a phone tree, and sends an e-mail message to families so that everyone receives accurate, current information. If serious illness strikes a family member at home or if a relative dies, she facilitates a call to the Red Cross, which is organized to handle emergencies for deployed service members, and coordinates support on the home front. (The Navy’s Command Spouse Leadership Course, a one-week, full-time class, develops the facilitation skills of incoming CO’s wives and trains them on Navy resources. Other branches of the military provide similar courses for senior service members’ spouses and family readiness group leaders.)\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAs a neophyte to military culture—one who drank in feminism along with mother’s milk—I was startled to hear that these kinds of responsibilities fall under the purview of the commanding officer’s wife. But this tradition is as old as the military itself. The standard for volunteerism and general good works among officers’ wives was set early on in America’s history by Martha Washington, America’s original First Lady. Before she became the wife of the President, she was the General’s wife. During the frigid, deadly winter of 1777, some of our nation’s first military wives followed their husbands to Valley Forge to support the Continental Army as it fought the Revolutionary War, and she was among them. Historians document that these “campfollowers” created the precedent for the millions of wives of enlisted troops and officers who would accompany their husbands to posts worldwide. In \u003ci\u003eCampfollowing: A History of the Military Wife\u003c\/i\u003e, the authors write movingly about how these women labored to maintain a semblance of domestic life for their families. Their contributions exceeded anyone’s expectations. In addition to mundane tasks such as washing the camp’s laundry, they nursed countless wounded soldiers back to health and even carried out dangerous espionage missions. In some cases, wives fought and fell in battle next to their husbands.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAs General Washington’s wife, Martha enjoyed a privileged position, but according to letters and accounts of the period, she never put on airs. She spent her time with the other officers’ wives as they knitted socks, patched garments, sewed shirts for destitute soldiers, provided medical aid, comforted the dying men, and took widows under their wing. Leveraging her high-level contacts in the civilian community, Martha collected cash donated by upper-class women who supported the Revolutionary cause (“the offering of the Ladies”), and used it to purchase linen to make more than two thousand shirts for soldiers. Without knowing that the implications of her actions would resonate for hundreds of years, Martha created the prototype of the CO’s wife as well as the great-great-grandmother version of today’s wives’ clubs and family services programs.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMilitary wives who followed their husbands from camp to camp looked out for each other because no one else did—certainly not the  military, which in the early days could just barely clothe, feed, and arrange transportation for a force continually moving and expanding. As another campfollower, Elizabeth Bacon Custer, wife of General George Custer, wrote in her 1885 memoir \u003ci\u003eBoots and Saddles\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eIt seemed very strange to me that with all the value that is set on the presence of the women of an officer’s family at the frontier posts, the book of army regulations makes no provision for them, but in fact ignores them entirely! It entered into such minute detail in its instructions, even giving the number of hours that bean soup should boil, that it would be natural to suppose that a paragraph or two might be wasted on an officer’s wife! The servants and the company laundresses are mentioned as being entitled to quarters and rations and the services of the surgeon. If an officer’s wife falls ill she cannot claim the attention of the doctor, though it is almost unnecessary to say that she has it through his most urgent courtesy.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eElizabeth Bacon Custer lived her long career as an officer’s wife one hundred years after Martha Washington, but very little had changed for women by then. Martha, Elizabeth, and the other early officers’ wives whose diaries and letters survive (historians have found nearly no recorded documents detailing the experience of enlisted wives) were industrious, supportive, and most of all flexible—qualities still required of military spouses, especially when confronted with frequent moves and even more frequent deployments.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Tarcher","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46300637757669,"sku":"NP9780399163791","price":24.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780399163791.jpg?v=1767737166","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/standing-by-isbn-9780399163791","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}