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

I had only one shout match in my 8 years in the Navy. With a Chief, and I an E4 at the time.
I got nasty with another E4, as he was being a shitbird. The Chief heard the yelling and came to look. Unfortunately for me, he comes around the corner just in time too see me finally throw my headset against the wall. He beckons me outside and begins to chastise me. But....at this point, I had had just enough of this other E4 getting away with a bunch of crap he shouldn't be. Sick of him getting a pass because he's a brown noser, and etc. So....I lit into the Chief about it. We stood their spitting at each other for about 5 mins, when out of the corner of my eye I spot the LCDR beckoning him with his finger wag. The Chief left me, I stayed and stood there still facing the way I was. The Chief returns to me with the LCDR and apologizes for giving me shit. (which I replied he had his right). It seems the LCDR had actually witnessed a few incidents prior to, and the one that set me off on him. Lucky ME, that day :)
Now....in the civilian world.....OMG. More than three times. Was I fired? No. Go ahead, fire the guy who actually knows what he's doing. Good luck. Bert doesn't take kindly to unwarranted denigration by anybody. Especially a novice in the tasks, or a Daddy's boy "that's why he's a boss".

As an E-4 I had a new baby with high fever and constant crying waiting in the emergency room on post. I had taken her in late evening and by this time it was around 1am. So I call my brand new just promoted E-5, that I didn’t see eye to eye with as an E-4 to begin with. Lol. I let him know everything that’s gone on. His knee jerk reaction was don’t miss pt or else. I was beyond heated at that point so I just said ok, my wife had gotten off work by then and was there with me so I left at about 2am and was present for pt, I didn’t say a word to him that morning but he confronted me later that day alone, basically asking me rudely was I butt hurt or whatever. I told him that he could go fuck himself, and that he was really fucking lucky that my daughter was ok that day. Then he asked me (still an asshole) if I wanted to hit him. Which surprised me because at that point I hadn’t even considered a physical altercation with an NCO because I’d like to think I’m smarter than that. Lol. (Not justified in MY situation). I just laughed at him after that, told him I thought he was a complete shitbag, and that while I may be forced to respect that rank on your chest, but that’s it. I have lost any hint of respect for you as a person. And I just walked away. He really was a shit bag. Agreed to re-enlist for that E-5 rank but apparently changed his mind because after that I’m pretty Sure he started ACAPing. Anyway. That’s probably the worst situation I was in with a superior during my time.

I’m always one to take things behind closed doors. If you have something to say, be a man and say it. We can disagree like men and move on. I respect civil discourse but If I found out someone was talking smack behind my back though, that’s a different closed door conversation altogether.

It was a common occurrence when I was in we didn't do charge sheets we went out back and settled it man to man

Site starting to sound like a story book. Wondering what valid question will be presented next.

I've been in a few altercations with NCO's that outranked me as well as the 1Sgt, a CO, and a few officers from various different branches or areas, usually in the line of duty as a Firefighter (though twice as an NCO in the combat arms).

Long story short: I tend to be a person who is excessively concerned with formalism, accuracy, and precision and rely on my knowledge of the regs as well as the local laws. I am also someone who usually prefers to fight with facts... I've only once had anyone get in my face for anything, probably because I am short but stocky (5'6", 225lbs at 7% body fat as measured by the USAF when I deployed). I rarely get physical because I know what I am capable of, being a life-long martial artist and having had to apply the knowledge from Miami to Afghanistan.

No. I wasnt ready to die

We were at Annual Training with my Guard unit at Ft. Drum. This was my last AT as I was scheduled to retire two days after getting back home. Our mission that AT was to conduct pre-deployment training for soldiers going to Afghanistan. I had already had some disagreements with our (new) Battalion CSM, I was the HHC 1SG. One day about half way through the AT, He calls me on the Battalion radio net, which was monitored by Brigade, and dresses me down for not conducting a proper police call in the company area. I said "I'll see you in a minute, OUT". That was the last straw with this idiot. I confronted him in the Battalion TOC in front of all the staff and MF'd him for about two minutes until I started to think about hitting him. Then I STFU and walked away. No sense in ending my career with an Art 15 or worse. We're training soldiers to go to war and he's worried about a little shit paper outside the outhouse.

When I was at Bragg...2002? I had a 1SG who was a pretty cool dude, master blaster... ranger etc. Called me into one of the latrines to show me it needed to be cleaned. Apparently he got lit up by the BN CSM and was a little ticked. After the complaining was done I said Ill get some troopers to clean this up. I guess he didn't like my response because I was leaving he tried to block the way out of the latrine...(he may not have been done ranting I guess. He got in my face told me he can stop me from leaving or detain me....can remember the exact wording. So I grabbed him by the fron of the shirt and slammed him against the wall and gave him an agoshi (SP) slam. I felt bad because I was smaller than him and was supposed to be intimidated. He was still in my mind a good 1sg.

While on first tour in Germany, 72-75, I was in a 7th Army Support Signal Battalion. During this time, some of the brown stuff hit the oscillating mechanical contraption between Israel and the rest of the Middle East, and my BN was tasked with back-up commo from Embassy (Israel) to DC.
Had a bitch of a time with my team's antenna's due to the wind, and lost three of them. When the new antenna's came to site, so did my LT. Also on site was a Full Bird Signal Officer from 5th Corps, who was about to take command of the Signal Brigade. LT fussed about every thing that I had done, or had done, to the site, until the COL told him to stuff it.
After about 20 hours on site, and commo being in 5 by, I took first shift and told my people to rack out, and I would call on relief when I was too tired to go on.
The wind died down and the weather did the Alpine thing of changing to pretty pleasant, and I was at the rig desk (in the back of a deuce and a half radio shelter, and the desk faces the cab wall) doing on site paper reports, when all my alarms go off.
I turn around grabbing the fire extinguisher and see the LT with his hands on a tuning dial. AN/GRC 50 radio has separate transmitters and receivers that have to be tuned more than 50 cycles apart. Our SigOps order had us at something like 55 cycles separation, and the LT had just detuned the radio to less than 50. Burned out the receiver and the shot went to hell. I asked him what the hell he was doing, and he told me he "didn't like" my meter readings.
I decked him off the rig and to the feet of the COL, who was running up to find out what had happened.
When the LT came to, he told me I would get a courts martial for striking an officer. And the COL informed him that he (the COL) would be very happy to appear as a defense witness at my trial, and as a prosecution witness at the LT's trial.
The LT wound up paying for the destroyed radio, and had his "automatic" promotion to 1LT delayed until the money was paid.
And me? I got an AR-15 for something else. But it was really for decking the LT.