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

If it wasn’t for an E6 physically stopping me I would’ve killed the E7 that was in charge of my workspace. On January 15 my chief said when are you gonna get over this I need you to come back to work and make parts, they get over this was in reference to my daughter dying on January 1. I know for a walk through the space while we were having our shouting match, he put his nose into it I told him to shut the fuck up and get the fuck out of there. I was put on report for disrespect to a commissioned officer. When I went to captains mast for this incident the skipper asked is this the sailor whose daughter had just died, chief Master arms answered yes it is. Needless to say all charges were dismissed and I didn’t have to work for that he seven anymore.

Yes, at JRTC. We were going into the last 24 hours of Force on Force and none of us on the battalion staff had slept in quite some time. It was about 3 or 4 in the morning and the Battalion XO and I (1LT MEDO) were discussing something regarding the current mission. It devolved into a shouting match where we were both too exhausted to realize that we were both saying basically the same thing. Eventually, the OC/T stepped in before it went to throwing leather. He basically said to each of us, "what you're trying to say is..." and "what YOU'RE trying to say is..." It made us both all of a sudden realize that we were saying the exact same thing. We both threw out a healthy dose of profanity as we walked away from each other into the night.

The next day, after ENDEX, the XO walked up to me outside of my aid station. I knew why. I went to attention and saluted him, but he threw me a half-lazy salute and waved me to walk with him. We got a dozen steps or so away from everyone else and he stopped walking. He looked at me and said, "sooo...you want to talk about last night?" I started to apologize and he cut me off. He said something to the effect of "you're passionate and vicious when it comes to these troops...I'll take that any day. We both got out of hand. Let's just not do it again, yeah?"

Ended up being one of the best guys I ever worked for, stateside or downrange, and I'd go to war with him again any day of the week and twice on Sunday.

As a SGT and squad leader, I got into a screaming match with my platoon leader, a 2nd Looie. I was helping one of my privates change out a motor in a 5T dump truck, Looie showed up and told me I couldn't do that as a squad leader, and a shouting match soon ensued. When I went after him, my platoon Sgt quickly stepped between us and led me away. When I turned around, Looie was gone, I went back to helping my PVT, and we never had any more problems. SSG Cobbs saved my stripes and more that day, and Looie and I got along fine thereafter. It was never brought up again.

Ongoing situation with my Section Chief from Day one. I'll admit I wasn't the best Private. I joined the Army right after 9/11. I was 33 yrs old. Even at BTC I was older than my DS's. My MOS is 74B (25B now last time I heard) Basically computer specialist. I've done IT for more than a decade at this point. Plus my Army AIT.

First day at my active duty station I meet my Section Chief. He is not an IT person. His MOS is "cable dog". I don't know the exact MOS but that's the nickname for it. He has no certifications. (I have 3 4"binders with IT certifications) He has no formal training it IT. He does not have a security clearance. He has none of the qualifications required for the position he's in except his rank. But he's all they've got. Everything he knows about IT he learned on his own. Not a bad way to learn, that's how I started out, but that's where it ends.

He informs me that he does not care what I think I know about IT or whatever the Army taught me. He's been working on computers since he was 17. Remember I said I wasn't a good private? Yeah. I told him I had been working on computers since I was 15. He comes back with, well I'm 33. I answered back, I'm 35. (Got recycled in BTC and had a long AIT) He demanded I show him my ID.

I'm a PFC. People expect PFCs to be 18-20ish. I look really good for my age. Even now people miss my age by over a decade. He thought I was lying about being 35. What woman is going to lie and say she's older? And more than a decade older? Seriously?

From that point on he set out to break me. He straight up told lies about me. Usually behind my back. But he did it in front of me one day and I called him out on it. Suddenly I'm ringed by my platoon while he and my Platoon SGT are reading me the riot act. Everyone else is egging them on. They had me trapped and I couldn't escape. This kind of thing happened regularly.

Making me drop and do 25 pushups every time he came in the office. Office had 2 doors. He'd come in one door. Make me do 25 pushups. Go out the other door and come right back in. I was exhausted and couldn't get any work done. Then I'd get screamed at and written up for not getting my work done. At one point he decided I had to jump up and go to parade rest every time anyone E4 and above entered the room. Then there was a revolving door of all the E5s and up from our platoon and his buddies in other platoons in and out of our office. Again, couldn't get any work done, got written up for not completing tasks.

It culminated when an E4 in our office went to PLDC and came back and told everyone who would listen (and she was cute so she got a lot of male attention) that she had been promoted to SGT, she just hadn't been pinned yet. She had not been promoted to SGT. I found out she had a "diary" on her computer with a list of accusations against me. Her computer was password protected but she forgot I was an IT expert and I had backdoor access to every computer on base via DOIM. I copied her file and went to 1SGT with a harassment complaint against her because I couldn't take it anymore and I knew I couldn't win against the Section Chief but if I could bring to light her role maybe the rest would come out. In that conversation it came out that she was claiming to have been promoted already. Ooh boy!

She got into a LOT of trouble. And of course it's my fault for "tattling", not hers for doing the wrong thing. Even though that had not been my intention. I was only wanting to discuss her harassment of me, not her other behavior. So my Platoon SGT and Section Chief called me to a "meeting" with the entire platoon. I've got PS & SC in front of me and the platoon ranged around me and PS & SC are screaming at me. Both at the same time. I can't even remember the exact words. I'm at parade rest, listening to this and it occurs to me that I don't have to put up with this. I volunteered for the Army. I did not volunteer to be abused. So I dropped out of parade rest, turned around, and walked away. Drove home and went back to bed.

Two hours later there are police, EMTs, my PS & SC, my 1SGT, and the XO at my house. I was taken to the hospital where they made me drink charcoal crap because apparently my SC and PS had it in their head I tried to OD on pills. Then they committed me to a mental hospital for a week. Nobody would listen to me. I had the NCOs and my entire platoon putting forth a solid story and of course if that many people are all saying the same thing then it must be true right?

At that point I was broken. After I got out of the hospital I no longer bothered to show any respect whatsoever, even for their rank, to anyone in my platoon. My SC would scream at me until he was red in the face (which was a sight because he was black). I ignored him. I totally shunned him. If I caught him saying something about me that wasn't true I'd shut him down. I contradicted him in front of the COL, CSM, everybody. He'd lose his mind. I'd get called into meetings with him, my PS, and whoever I had corrected him in front of to be "counseled" on respect. I wasn't having it. My S1 file is in an expanded folder because of all the counseling statements they gave me. It got so bad I just told them to go ahead and write them up and put "soldier refuses to sign" on the bottom and have fun with it but don't bother me anymore. He'd write up Article 15's against me pretty much every week. The legal NCO would kick them back.

All of this because there was finally someone in the office who actually knew what they were doing and uncovered all the stupid, wrong, and often illegal stuff he'd been doing. Not on purpose. Just by doing my job. Pirated software on government computers. Working on personal computers that he charged people for the work on Army time. Swapping network cards to get around DOIM blocking a computer on the network. Using a network card with a MAC DOIM recognized to put people's personal computers on the government network so he could work on them in the office. DOIM set up a new naming convention for PCs and laptops. I spent 3 days renaming all the computers in the brigade. Idiot didn't read the email. Started changing all the names back, reamed me out for changing the names, and wrote me up. Don't mess with DOIM.

I've only lightly touched on what he, the PS, and the platoon did to me. I have PTSD from my time on active duty. I never deployed. I volunteered to deploy. I begged to deploy. I would have done anything to get out of that unit. In the end I got out of the Army to get out of there. Screaming matches. Physical altercations. Assaults. I've explained why. I can't go into exactly what or I'll have nightmares tonight.

Only once, and it was a one-way conversation. I had been asked to research wildlife management violations on my land test ranges which were open to hunting when no missions were in progress. I did so, and delivered my report at headquarters to the civilian Department Manager that had requested it, and I waited outside the conference room as instructed.

After the meeting, an enraged General officer ripped me up one side and down the other at high volume. As a 2nd Lt, I took it at attention until he finished and stomped out. Quite an impressive dressing down for a 2nd Lt.

I didn't know that the civilian and the General were fighting over turf (the civilian wanted to prohibit hunting on the ranges and the General wanted to preserve it) and I got caught in the middle. My commander, Col. Beveridge, later told me to disregard it, as I had just been doing what had been requested, and he had explained the situation to the General.

My third year in the Corps, I had an emergency at home. The utility company turned off our power mistakenly. Had just bought groceries the day before. If I couldn't make it to the power company and show them my receipt, I would lose hundreds of dollars inn food. It was a Friday about 15:30. I was acting NCOIC of my shop. I went up my chain of command requesting an early secure. My SSgt. decided to assume I hadn't paid my bills. When I showed him the receipt he got even more abusive. The final result was that he started "finger stabbing" me in the chest. When I told him I was not going to tolerate that, he said that in the old days we would already be out back of the hangar and he would be thrashing me. I told him to "Go0 for it". I had been continuously practicing Wing Chun since I was 10 years old. Needless to say, I put him down quickly and efficiently. My next stop was to go upstairs and turn myself in to my group MSgt. He early secured me and told me to be in his office "Locked and Cocked" at 07:30 on Monday. Unsurprisingly, my SSgt. had gone immediately to TOP. Monday morning we were both on the carpet in front of TOP. I was flabbergasted when Top proceeded to chew a MAJOR chunk of SSgt's ass instead of mine. Made him apologize for assaulting me, and told him that he was a disgrace. Come to find out he had gotten away with his shit many times in the past.

Never needed to yell. I did have on incident that could have gotten me in trouble.
I was stationed as close in security with my dog. As the truck stopped to let us off my dog jumped down which he wasn't allowed for fear of damage to his paws on hard road. So I corrected him, put him back up and made him wait to take him off. As I did so the truck drove off with my weapon and dittygag. I didn't want to call over open radio so I found one of the land lines in the area and called into the security shack about what happened and requested truck to bring my gear back to me. Just about that time an alarm on one of the structures went off and we went into alert. This happened often and most times was just a faulty alarm but we took all seriously because of the things in this area. The truck came back out and driver told me I had to report to security shack to talk to E6. I confirmed he would man my post until I returned and he stated he couldn't because he had his patrol. I said I couldn't leave until properly relieved and he could just give me my weapon and bag. He refused so I said he could have my dog too and had Sport jump up in his lap which scared the shit out of the driver. I then went around the truck and grabbed my gun and bag and told Sport - I guess he don't want to take you for a ride and called Sport to me. The guy peeled out of there cussing me out. A few minutes later this E6 shows up and he is just all sorts of cussing me out - Who the f---- do you thing you are? You're just a f---ing little puppy f---er and you don't run this site. When I order your f---ing ass to report you are to report you f---ing report. And he goes on. I tried to explain what happened but he does not want to hear it. And all this is going on at the top of his lungs. So at this point I tug at my dogs leash and advise the E6 that he is upsetting my dog, who has now gone alert and is growling at the E6. I tell the E6 he cannot speak to me like that and he needs to leave as I cannot be responsible for my dogs reaction to a perceived threat, as I play out his leash. He screams "you wouldn't f---ing dare!" I say I won't but I can't be responsible for my dogs reaction under the current situation. I remind him of the fact I would not leave my post unless properly releaved and how we are currently under elevated security status. He leaves threatening to have me doing extra duty the rest of my career.
End results - a SMSgt inspected posts that night and I relayed the incident to him and that E6 lost his clearance for the area. SMSgt said I was in the right not leaving my post. (It helped he had a lot of respect for K9 handlers).

I challanged an order from a Lt. telling me to hit the rack. I was not ready to do so and was in the middle of a movie in the mess deck of the ship I was on. I was 26 yrs old, an E-5 with 8 years in service and he was a 90 day wonder with a history degree and 24 yrs. old. Morale on the ship was horrible and this officer had the least respect of everyone. He threatened to write me up for Captains Mast but I didn't back down. I left him with an out that I would leave when the movie was over. My chief mentioned the incident to me the next day and just told me to be a little more tactful when confront this officer and try not to do it in front of other crew members. Life went on.

Never! Disagreements yes many but never a physical confrontation. Thats part of being a diciplined and professional warrior.

When i was an airman (e-3) i grabbed a second class (e-5) from walking into a spinning prop. He got into my face luckily my chief was there and got the said second class out of my face before i lost my military bering