Sharkira, you don't really have any choice other than coping.
The first time he went away was before we had kids. I stared at the footage on tv every minute I could, I listened to the news whenever it was on and I just about functioned as I counted down the days. At the end of each day I'd think 'well, that's another day he's made it through...'
He's had friends and colleagues that didn't make it, or have been seriously injured, and that hits you hard as a partner. Relief that it's not you getting the knock at the door, and then guilt that you could even think that when someone else has just received the hardest news.
Then the next big tour, I had a three year old and he needed things to be normal.
He got up on a morning and needed breakfast, then needed to be taken to nursery, then I had to be at work, then he needed dinner and a bath and a story at bedtime... I just had to cope.
Weekends were the hardest as there was no work or nursery to distract us and everyone else seemed to be busy with family which made me feel really lonely.
As for whether I wish he'd chosen a different career, no, not really.
I wish he'd had more support when he came home from war the first time. I wish he'd been able to talk to someone about how he was feeling instead of being told to keep quiet about his issues otherwise it would ruin his career. But he's only ever wanted to be a soldier. It's all he's ever known from when he joined as a teenager, and it's the only married life I've ever known.
We were only together six months when he first went to war so I was thrown in at the deep end pretty quickly! 😁
We've been very lucky that we've lived in really great places and my children have had some experiences that they would never have had if he'd had a different career.
But I do wish there was a switch to turn off all the bad stuff in his head so we could do normal family things more easily.
It's a long journey but he's finally on the path to better health.