Many years ago I had a boss who was a survivor of the Bataan death march. Even 30 years after the war he still lived with it daily. He said that whenever an Asian walked into a room he broke out in a cold sweat. He shared stories of the day to day battle to stay alive. He told me that the prisoners that would get together in the evening and pray were the ones most likely to survive.
My father worked with a gentleman who survived it and he refused to ride in a Japanese car!! Could never put it behind him, but hearing the stories, it’s easy to understand why.