Wondering why Taylor, a fellow Marine, did not meet up for our scheduled motorcycle ride, I went to his barracks room to see if he was okay. I was worried as Jesse, a friend of his from back home, asked me to keep an eye on him for his safety. I knocked on his door but he refused to open it and insisted that I leave him alone. I had a feeling that something was very wrong and persisted inquiring about why he did not want me there. Taylor eventually gave in to my request to let me in and I was instantly overcome with fear and concern for his life. Taylor had just cut his wrists and had smeared blood to cover his face. It was obvious that he was tremendously emotionally unstable. I was scared for my safety being puny to his size but at any cost
