None of them had kids, wives or families that I recall. They just worked and drank.
God Bless them and hold them close as they had a glimpse of Hell while on Earth.
Our town drunk was a Death March survivor. Even as a child I noticed that he was treated with respect and people took care of him and when I was grown I found out why.
As you know, children learn by example and my father took him home a few times. One day he was staggering by our house and he asked my 12 yr old brother to give him a ride so my brother got in my older brother’s car, which was parallel parked behind my mother’s car, which was behind my father’s car. My brother side-swipped both of them so all 3 of our cars were wrecked. LOL
I didn’t find out until I was grown what a hero other survivors thought he was and how they gave him credit for saving their lives. And though he had a tough life, it wasn’t without dignity or respect.
My ex-husband’s great uncle was a Death March survivor and was also without wife or children. I, unfortunately, never met him, nor did my ex. He was apparently quite the character (and everyone was very fond of him).