I worked for a guy part time who owned an excavating by the last name of Tyson when I was 18-20. He taught me how to run dozers & shift Mack dump trucks. He was nice when he was sober, but a wicked mean SOB when he drank. His wife kept his books.
One day I had to go to his house to pick up my check from her. I knocked on the door and she answered. Upon entering the house, I observed him laying on the couch drinking water from a vodka bottle in big gulps.
We went to the back office and I asked her, “Why is Mr. Tyson drinking water from a vodka bottle”? She said, “Thats not water, it’s real vodka”. He spoke to me on the way out and sounded completely sober. I was dumbfounded at the amount he downed in front of us the way we would drink water.
She followed me outside and explained to me he was a B-17 pilot in the big war and dropped hundreds of bombs on German people and could not live with himself. In subsequent visits, she showed me pictures of his B-17. I got sucked into the mess of having to hide his car, cover for him when he was drunk, etc.
He drank himself to death a few years later.