Mrs Perryman. I was James very good friend and was on his SAR team. I am also the guy that got James the job in Guam. His dream job. What he had been working his whole life to get. He was very excited and had already started sending me items to store for him. He was going to move in with me initially as I am sure you are aware. James absolutely did not commit suicide and find it shocking that no law enforcement has tried to contact me in any way. The certifications found in his vehicle were there because he was sending those to me. He had called and told me he was going home to spend time with you and someone else very special before moving to Guam. When I did not get the fax of James certifications, I instantly started to worry and when I did not hear from him for a couple of days I definitely knew something was very wrong. My fire Chief asked me where the certifications were so he could process the employment package, and I told my chief right then that something was very wrong, that James would never just not get a hold of me. I called the martial islands and when they told me James did not report to work I sat down on my couch and started to cry and I'm not afraid to admit it. I knew I would never see him again and knew something very bad had happened to him. He would never just not show up to work. Never ever ever. I would like you to know a few Things about James That even you, as his his mother may not know. Me and James were on a SAR (Sea and Air Rescue) team in the Marshall islands. That is where I first had the honor of meeting him. James was ex Army. I do admit to harassing the "new guy", but quickly learned James was not a "NEW GUY". In fact, it was very apparent that we had a lot to learn from the new addition to our team. James, did not drink or party. He lived, eat, and breathed SAR and was the best swimmer/rescue diver I have ever seen. James had a fiancé who consumed his every thought as he would be taking pictures and writing her throughout the day, whether at home or work. I frequently made fun of him for it and feel very bad about that to this day. James was everything I was not, but aspired to be. I was not the best swimmer. I was not the best diver. I was not fearless and often very scared to be quite honest. James sensed this and I can never remember a time where he was more than 15 feet away from me. We were a team, and he quickly became my Best friend. He had my 6 at all times, and I had his. I can promise that you would have been very proud to see some of the things James has done and the bravery required of him to do those things. I can say this with certainty, nobody got the jump on James. I do not know what happened on that night, but he trusted whoever was in that car with him and he would have fought like no other if someone just jumped him or whatever.
They would have had a very bad day. He would have never handed over his weapon, trust me!!!! Although he had a very good job, full of excitement, good pay, etc, his one all consuming goal was to be with his fiancé and there was a child as well. I do not know why you are not aware of this relationship as I see in a previous post that you said he wasn't Married and did not have kids. I met her and hung out with her. She flew out to the island to visit James. So I know this to be absolutely true. We were in a remote location, Kwajalein Atoll, and could not bring our families. This is why a James wanted a job to where he could bring her and the child and be together. I am very concerned now because if you do not know about her, then who is she? And you could Possibly have a grandchild. I was totally under The impression that the child was his. And why have the police not tried to contact her? I know for a fact he was going to see her and spend time with her...... For a fact! He told me this. I wish that I never would have met James, as I am the catalyst for his demise. If he never would have met me, I would never have got him that job, and he never would have went home at that time, and he never would have been at the casino, on that day. I think about this often and is a hard pill for me to swallow at times. Every year on the 3rd of May, I drink myself into a coma, and look at old pictures of us, cry, try to solve the mystery, think about what I would do If I ever found out who did this to him and read internet articles hoping there is new information, but there never is. I have what is probably the latest photo taken of James and I would like to give that to you. I also have his resume as I have always kept it and read it once a year. I am a fire fighter still and also owned a pizza business where once a year on memorial day I posted James information on a big billboard for the whole town to see. I would like to send you a picture of that as well. I would also like to give you my contact information in case you ever need anything or need any help. James would have done that for my mom, and I should do it for him as well. I hope to hear from you.
