On my first tour the three of us had many fights. We were teenagers, we knew it all, and we all though we were obviously better that the other two losers we were traveling with.
It damn near led to fisty-cuffs, but since there were three of us, nobody could figure out who to hit first.
It was kind of like a mutiny on a Pirate ship, idiots running around after each other in the black night.
Then we would sit there, eating breakfast in the morning, always waiting for somebody to make his move........
Now we look back on that trip and laugh. And those two guys are some of my best friends over 20 years later.