I was probably as good a prospect as my hometown had for the next "Cowboy" Nix!
My dad was an alcoholic, he just didn't get slobbering drunk! ...but he was going to have his several "toddies" daily. Probably 5 or 6. Just enough to keep a "buzz" going.
I went to work on a union job in 1969 right out of high school.
A couple of years later, it dawned on me that alot of the men, 40 to 45 years of age, on the job were bitter and/or angry! ...and drunk more than they were sober!
Union? Upper management? Working conditions? It was pretty bad.
I quit in 1983. Soon after, it finally dawned on me that a huge percentage of those guys were WWII vets, Korea War vets with some Nam vets thrown in!
By far, the worst were the WWII vets. PTSD was decades from being recognized!
ALL they had to help deal with the demons and the horrors they witnessed was at the bottom of a can or bottle!
Two of the union crafts were road work. Leave home today.
Work back home tomorrow.
One day at home, then wash, rinse, repeat!
One night at home then two to three nights on the road was/is not conducive to marital bliss!

....and led to infidelity and alcoholism.