I crossed the Atlantic on my way to Europe, Middle East, or Africa every 28 days for work in the oilfields until 1983 when the oilfield work went down the tubes. We were making the big bucks. I never saw fights and unruly passengers in the terminals or on the aircraft. We were polite to the crew and they were to us. We were polite even if we drank to much. We knew they would cut us off if we were unruly.
Best job I never took was an Exxon offer in 1982. I’d have been laid off within a year.