I am the COW. Not a cow. The COW. The Commanding Officer’s Wife means I officially have no position. I make no money. I am not on any letterhead nor am I included on matters of policy or leadership. But I do have a job. At least I think I do.
I am unofficially the head wife of an operational Harrier squadron simply because of my husband’s rank and position. If I was bold, I might compare myself to Michelle Obama and Dr. Jill Biden — also women in unpaid jobs thanks to their husbands’ livelihood. And while Dr. Biden and the first lady enjoy considerably more perks, I am happy to report that I do get a good parking spot at the O club on base.
If you are scratching your head, that’s okay. It’s a two-for-one kind of gig — the Marine Corps gets my husband and their families get me. That’s how it goes in the upper ranks of military life.
Special thanks to Bianca Mancini Strzalkowski for sharing this article.