Once upon a time I was in the Navy. While stationed at Camp Pendleton, my duty day responsibilities were to be "duty master at arms".
So one weekend while I had duty we were all sitting around playing spades and I got a phone call from PMO (base police) that there was a domestic disturbance and the service memeber was from our unit.
Protocol is to remove the service member no matter what has happened. Im supposed to take his ID and bring him back to the unit and he can be dealt with on Monday. So we go there thinking maybe he hit his wife or something. We didnt have a name, only an address. When we get there PMO doesnt even want to go in cause his wife is acting like a lunatic. They told us who he was right about the time a window broke. So we go in to find him face down on the bed with her on his back smashing his bloody face into kids toys. She wouldnt stop. We had to pull this three hundred pound wildebeest off of his skinny ass. She could have without a doubt done what she wanted to him, to include forcing bleach down his throat. He had no chance. I spent most of the night at the hospital before I took him back to the unit. Then the following week he went to captains mast for underage drinking for the night his wife sent him to the hospital.