Not offensive at all MrsClown.
I'm a 'military wife' and I felt uncomfortable about the labelling here.
The army is still an inherently misogynistic organisation, and unless you are a wife who stays home with the children they are pretty unsupportive, full stop. I remember ringing one of the 'support' lines in tears because we'd moved 4 times in 2 years, DH (army doctor) had just heard he'd been posted to the other end of the UK, I was pregnant with DC2 and we couldn't move with him (my job, and children's nursery etc. were fixed). The woman on the phone said that I should leave my job, or suck it up. As she pointed out, this is why not many military spouses get to have the luxury of their own careers too.
Military wife is a very specific role, with a lot of inherent limitations and sexism underlying it. If you go along with the unwritten rules (and the written ones) you can limit the damage it does to you, but some damage is unavoidable. It is a role with a lot of stress, heartache and loneliness built in, which you are taught to try to hide very early on - DH once calculated that 75% of the wives on the officers' patch were on antidepressants at any one time.
If you try to break free of the role and the stereotype, my experience is that the army do their level best to put you in your place. So yes, the military wives choir has me in floods of tears. I cry for these women and the sacrifices they make (and indeed for all military partners of whatever gender). I also cry for our family, the time that we'll never get back and the cracks in our marriage that will never heal.
I also cry, selfishly, because this time next year we'll be spending Christmas alone as DH will be, once more, deployed. And there's nothing noble or principled about what it's like living in daily fear for your DH's life, nor about doing everything - house, job, kids, bills, diy, illnesses, bereavements - on your own. There's nothing heartwarming about your children forgetting what daddy looks like and forgetting the things he used to do with them. There's nothing courageous about the way you get through each day - numbly, grumpily, exhaustedly and with a constant gnawing worry in the pit of your stomach that explodes into terror when you see the evening news begin with a map of Afganistan and a statement from the MoD, again... and you feel pretty shit when you hear some other poor sod's name read out and the first feeling that hits you is relief.
So why do I object to this stunt? I think, mostly, because it perpetuates a stereotype of military spouse-dom that glosses over the real issues, stresses and constraints of the role in favour of a few minutes of quick-fix, feel-good photographs of the guys that make it home again (and none of the families who are left behind when he doesn't make it home).
