Has anyone ever been in a screaming match or any altercation with their superiors?

When I was in basic training my Drill Srgt had us in formation yelling at us. As he was yelling a 2LT walked in from of the formation and behind the Drill Srgt. Our Drill Srgt did not look directly at the 2LT walking behind, but had to of glanced because he seen the soft cap on. Our Drill Srgt swong his arm back behind him knocking the 2LT to the ground. Then started to yell "why the hell was a private walking in front of his formation"? The 2LT being a younger guy in his mid 20's jumped to his feet and started screaming at out Drill Srgt. You can see that's when out Drill Srgt noticed the butter bar and his face turn white. That was the first and only time I seen our Drill Srgt get smoked like he use to do to us. Needless to say we all started laughing. It was well worth the trip to the saw dust pit. Lol

I lost it when as a young Buck Sgt. a TSgt who had cross-trained into my career field refused to learn what I was trying to teach him. He'd made it a point to not tell me he was not my direct supervisor, he told me point blank that I should get out, stay home and have babies, because the women in Puerto Rico do and I was not trying to teach him anything. On this particular day, he accused me of not showing him something so he failed to pass a CDC test. Naturally, I'd had about all I could take and in front of my Shop Chief and co-workers lost my composure, exploded, said a few choice words then reported to the First Sgt. I was damn sure right then and there I'd lost a stripe and my one chance at promotion. Fortunately, his behavior had not gone on unnoticed. I was sent home to cool off, and he got a letter of reprimand or counseling.
Do I recommend it? No, but I can't say as I am fully ashamed either.

I got one. When deployed to Iraq, for my third time, had a CSM walk into my CSC clinic with his entourage. I met him at the door and offered him a tour (I was a brand new SSG) He proceeds to interview three of my soldiers and asks if they are re-enlisting. All three say "no". He turns to me and tells me I haven't been doing my job. I proceed to explain the cultural differences between these three soldiers. One Vietnamese kid, American born, who is going home to pursue the college dream that she enlisted to support. One Chinese kid, Chinese born, that was going home to support his aging mother, because as the oldest child it is his responsibility. And a Mexican kid, American born, who was going home to take over his father's business. I offered to show him the stack of counseling statement that supported their decisions to not re-enlist. He politely declined and left. Btw. All three of these outstanding soldiers have become very successful civilians.

Closest I got to an altercation with a drill sergeant was in basic. All the joes were crowding around the bathroom watching a fight break out. We were only allowed to change in the bathroom and I was not about to be late to formation. One shorter soldier was in my way, so I pushed through him to get into the bathroom. Turns out it was the senior drill watching the fight. He turned around ready to kill whoever pushed him. I about pissed myself. I was a good 8" taller than him, but he was about as wide as tall with muscles. He saw I was clearly not wanting to start something and went back to watch the brawl. Yep, that could have ended badly.

Yep. Went nose to nose with a Major in his office. I had stopped in the office on my way to the airport to pick up a FOUO training manual for a new system. I was in civilian clothes as might flight to Cali was about 3 hours out. He wanted to know why I was going TDY and who authorized it. It was the OT&E for a new system and this MF had signed the paperwork so I could get my orders processed. Then he wanted to know why I was in civilian clothes. Well when I came back from TDY I had been "mysteriously" moved to the training office. Then karma took over. He was promoted to Lt Col and became a squadron commander. Turns out his squadron was responsible for the training program that I had become the NCOIC for. He was such an a**hole that he got fired within the year. The great part, I was TDY to review the training course but I got to see his walk of shame.

Nope. I have been told by some of my NCO's that if I thought they were wrong about something that they want me to tell them so. That being said I know there's a way to do that.

Not one that anyone junior in grade would ever know about..... And we didn't "scream". We 'discussed in a loud manner' the issue at hand.

Ohh man...Got drunk as hell in the Sanai once and turned the Co HQ upside down looking for a check from home. My drunk ass thought (for some unknown reason) that the 1sgt was hiding it from me. Came outta his office to confront me then I threatened to kick his ass. Woke up the next morning, my buddies had to tell me what happened. Luckily I had a great realationship with him since I had been his RTO fir a couple of yrs when he was my Plt Sgt. Just got unofficial ED! Lucky me!

Once in public (I regret that now) and many behind closed doors. Usually in a loud....But professional Manner Which normally ends in my seniors being flabbergasted by my understanding of Navy Regs and General common sense.

While I was in Basic, in1972, the Drill Sargent kept intentionally mispronouncing my last name, and telling me that I was too fucking stupid to know how to pronounce it. I informed him that he was not only being an ass, but he was insulting my entire family, for countless generations, and that he owed me the courtesy of pronouncing my name properly. He started screaming at me, that he didn't owe me one damned thing. I remind him that I could mispronounce 'Janacek' in dozens of ways that would piss him off. He didn't know it, but our Captain had heard the argument, and had walked up behind him. He started in on me again, until the Captain pinned his ears back and told him that he was not only wrong, but he would have his ass in a sling if he continued to abuse my name. Once the Sargent left, The Captain gave me a smile and a nod for sticking up for myself. That Sargent kept trying to get me to mess up, so he could challenge me to fight him. The jackass had no idea that I could pick up a V8 short block. He learned it on Visitor's day when I picked up the huge coil of rope from the Tug of War and tossed it onto a flatbed truck without any help. He never looked me in the eye again, after that. :)