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

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ALWAYS be calm,Find out what they are exploding about ..break off as you can and fix it. The idea of yelling is to dump THEIR stress on you,YOU are better off solving than fighting.

I did have serious words with a CWO once. Problem was, I was an ET-3 (E-4 for you lubbers). It was on a LORAN station and as senior LORAN A tech and at the moment watchstander, it was my space. Well he decided he wanted to spot check the condition of one of the timers. A few things you need to know, first, we took great pride in how clean and well maintained our equipment was. You literally could eat off any of it. Second, there were not only lights to indicate operate or standby, there were big plaques hanging in front to indicate same. There were also battle short switches that allowed drawers to be opened without the interlocks triggering a shut down, but they were for maintenance purposes only, and normally kept off. Third, anytime we were off air/out of sync was bad. If our bad time exceeded more than a few minutes in a month, we had to submit a message up the chain of command explaining why. Barring power failures, our down time was typically measured in seconds per month.

OK, so now that you know that, I can continue. So he pulls open a drawer at random, not checking if it was the operate timer, and not flipping the battle short switch. I saw what he was doing but could not get the words out fast enough. Well the sudden loss of excitation also tripped the operate timer, so I had to switch timers, run to the transmitter room, switch transmitters and bring the standby on line, then run back to the timer room and slew us back into sync. All this time he stood there watching me. I got done, and instead of apologizing for his screw up, he made some stupid remark, 40 some years later I cant even tell you what. That faned my smoldering anger into full flame, and I spun on him and said something like "If you ever touch my equipment again with out clearing it with me, I will kick your ass." Yea, that earned me a report chit.

I talked to my Chief and explained what happened. He instructed me that at mast my answers were to be yes sir, no sir, and leave it at that. Well I did so, and finally the CO asked if anyone else had anything to say before he pronounced sentence. Chief spoke up and said I do. "Sir, I want to commend PO Dougherty for his restraint." Clearly puzzled, the CO asked, "How's that Chief?" Chief replied, "Had it been me, I would have kicked Mr. XXXX's ass." CO shook his head and said, "Dismissed, PO Dougherty I don't want to see you again for something like this." "No Sir!" As we began to walk out the CO said, "Mr. XXXX would you remain behind for a moment? Shut the door please." I don't know exactly what was said, but Mr. XXXX never set foot in my area when I was working or on duty again.

LOL Once in 23 Years. We were in Graf. and was the Last Night, We Sr NCO's always went to the Top 5 Club with CSM. When I got back Bn XO Called me in to HQ to tell me that I had to get my people out on MP Guard. I said Sir we just had it Last Night. He responded with Ya but the Firing Battery's had to Rail Head the Next Day, Told hem so did my Fist People ( who were the Only Ones I had to Use as the rest were Staff Pucks and Except from Duty, I had a HHB). He said Do it anyway, I went Off and I mean OFF. He called me Out side ( I was Very UnProff) in the Rain. But I was in No Mood to cool off and Proceeded to speak my Mind In a Very Loud 1st Sgt Voice. I did Follow Orders but everyone, and I Mean EVERYONE Knew I wasn't Happy about it. The Next Am in Chow Line I was Right Behind, Guess Who the BN XO. I said Good Morning Sir in a Very Hoarse Voice. He said Good Morning Top, did you Louse your Voice from the Rain or from Yelling at Me. I said a Little of Both Sir, He Smiled and that was the Last thing Said about.

Yes, sort of and I gained a tremendous amount of respect for my NCOIC. I was a PV2 and my younger brother and I were stationed together In FRG. He would get promoted before through E-4/Spc for him and I had finally had enough. Obviously, I didn’t understand allocations then and my little brother happened to be assigned to HHC and I was in the field unit. SSG Moses Jackson apparently had had enough of me and took me outside. I thought I was either going to get ripped up one aside and down the other, but he looked at me and said “son, you’ve got 5 minutes to say whatever you have to say-anything”. I confirmed and then let loose with every thing you could think of saying without bringing his family into it. He stood there taking it all in. When I was finished, he took the time to explain to me how allocations worked and that he recognized I did the brunt of the work, etc. although my brother pinned on Spc a couple months before me, my NCOIC recognized and put me in for Corporal, which I received. As cars as I know I’m the only pinned hard stripe corporal in the 91T field and also the only MP Coin recipient. I’ve never forgotten that lesson and still think about SSG Moses Jackson on occasion. Oh, and I pinned SGT on before my brother in the least time in my MOS. Fun times.

As a Platoon Sergeant my CO and I got into a shouting match in his office after duty hours. I politely told him that he needed to pull his head out of his third point of contact before someone took a boot and stuck it further up his third point of contact. Respect is a two way street, you got to give it to earn it. After a well deserved butt chewing for mouthing off and being disrespectful, we had more respect for each other and I ended up becoming his Acting 1SG. Respectful, tactful and political correct.

Yes, & to my credit, regardless of situation I never screamed back. Therefore, never was subjected to prosecution under UCMJ. I chose to be in the Army, Vietnam era, enlisted, went thru BCT ; & went for training to Ft. Bragg, N.C. The lessons learned there have served me all my life since & I made many highly placed friends & enemies. Foremost, regardless of the rank or status of any opponent, I made ; I found my inner core~ independence my strongest weapon. In Munich, I realized I needed to be my own inner Army & became allied with a powerful fraternal organization. Any & all further harassment stopped, abruptly. As time passed, my career elevated (if not my rank) to combat illustrator. I met & married my Navy husband, at USCENTCOM ; when we both served, proudly & honorably under General H.Norman Schwarzkopf, during Desert Storm. I do look back with immense fondness to the many officers & NCOs & civilians, along my path ; who shared their wisdom & protection, until I was able to resource my own. No great beauty, then or now ; I realized it was my personal love of freedom & determination to preserve & protect it...that presented an irresistible challenge of/to ranking authority. Yet, I have little pity for any who would choose victimization over valor. Now, as a veteran of two wars, I can look back with the same pride & purpose ; that I, also, look forward to...in the excellent new US Army, Navy, Marine Corps, Coast Guard & Air Force s...who are equally determined never to betray their honor & love of freedom~! Psychological operations & my newspaperman, papa, taught me much~ so much about motivators, persuaders, influences on perception. I still embrace any worthy enemy~& never Scream Back~that enables me, icy cold, to Get Back.Just how I'm Hard Wired.

Been screamed at by a drunken CO. Back in Nam I was CQ and a Sp 5. Doing a bed and parmeter check when I saw a dark shape out by the wire. I pulled my 45, dropped to one knee and said advance and recognized. It was the CO and he was so very drunk. He screamed at me for a long time because I pointed a loaded gun at him. He wanted to give me an article 15 but didn't as he would have to explain what happened. I didn't spread it but it soon got out. The CO and I never got along after that. But that's another story.

Yes, & to my credit I never screamed back. My silence was my protection from prosecution by those much higher than me ; under UCMJ ~'s provisions. An extremely high up civilian thought he could make a pass. I refused & reported him. He retaliated, using high enough military friends, or so he thought. I went to my own inner(CWO) army. As I had years before when the most powerful senior NCO in my line unit's battalion had tried similar tricks. This continued, & happened overseas, too but by then I'd become my own battalion of one. Now openly connected & protected, Masonic ; I became virtually untouchable...as a lectured, junior officer & three senior NCOs were soon, silenced by the senior most, officer in the command. Never underestimate the means, by which an independent woman ; military or civilian, will enable, resource to support that very independence. I am & was no great beauty, nor have or had I, any illusions of same. My constant self/ID image was one of not being forced or used to anyone's will but my own.That image maintained, with honor/pride all my life/career ; uncompromising/unconditionally, I belonged to God/me...& the US Army.

Oh lots of times. The best times were when they tried to cover up some neglected maintenance on a critical system and then later when I took leave to get married.
In January 1997 three of us were assigned to measure and change nearly 100 graphite brushes on the ship's degaussing system. This was to be done quarterly, but the last time it was scheduled during a visit to Singapore. The person assigned signed it off but didn't do the work. Due to favoritism in the chain of command, I decided that complaining to my LPO or chief wasn't the best bet. I pocketed about a dozen worn out brushes, then wrote a brief description of the issues, pulled the maintenance logs and instructions, and made two packets with all of that. One went to the chief engineer and one to the ship's captain.
Things changed real fast in my department. We repaired the system the night we were assigned to service it, a couple weeks later the click in our chain of command was dealt with. I actually became friends with a senior chief who caused many of the issues.
The other situation was one week in June when my chief threatened to pull leave and liberty one day. I had a three day cross country trip and needed to be in the road after lunch. Knowing their tendency to hold leave papers until the last second, I photocopied mine after it was approved then took the originals to my chief. Both sets were ready to go. When I found out he planned to hold my papers that day, I told him about the photocopy and informed him I was leaving at 1300 as per my leave request and I could easily check out using the photocopy.
I left at 1300, but not before Chief gave the entire shop a very loud piece of his mind

I was a new 2LT Platoon Leader with a very “expressive” Company Commander. One day on maneuvers, a fellow LT and I had not done something the CO expected...I think we may have been late to a Start Point....the CO proceeded to chew us out in front of the Company. My fellow LT kept responding and every time he did, there was a new round of butt-chewing. I kept saying “Yes Sir, Yes Sir, Three Bags Full” and my session was much shorter.