Good point, but ...
I found that a lot of what happened in Nigeria had to do with what had happened in Vietnam! It seemed as if pretty much every whacko I met in Escravos had started out as a Warrant Officer in Vietnam. The guy who thought that the IRS didn't legally exist; the guy whose wife ran off with his tax advisor, so that he married his girlfriend's mother; the Irishman who dodged the Irish draft by going to Vietnam, when it turned out later that Ireland didn't even have a draft .... You name it, there was one of each there, and they were all ex-Vietnam.
So then I ran away and joined a Dutch outfit, where all the whackos had served in Angola, or New Guinea, or Yemen, or Northern Ireland.
Then I went wizz ze Chermans. Ah, peace! Except that they were Chermans, who played company politics for keeps. Back-stabbing SOBs, the lot of them.
Finally, I ended up with the Brits. And then along came ze Chermans!