"I’ve seen drunk men stumble about before, even at mid-day. Having a drink or two at lunch isn’t that unusual back home when you eat at a pub. That wasn’t drunk stumbling. And even though he almost knocked into me, he didn’t seem to hear anything I or anyone else said to him. While fumbling with his keys, I could easily see his hands were shaking quite badly. When he slumped over in the car, I knew for sure something was wrong. I knocked on the window with no response and realized I couldn’t see him breathing anymore. I recognized the uniform as belonging to your navy and that’s when I called NCIS."