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

Ha! My CSM took his blouse off once and asked me to step outside to handle the issue.
I replied "Sergeant Major, all I want you to do is stop eating my (brown bag) lunches! I ride my bicycle many miles to work and eat food from home. You have a car and a salary eight times higher than mine."

Yes, in Vietnam we had a new Lt. show up, he decided to have a rifle inspection of my squad, since I was the squad leader he checked my rifle first. He said it was rusty, I told him the M16 didn't rust it disclored. He kept on being upset finally we were yelling at each other. My squad was laughing their butts off. He finally agreed with me and told me to take care of it, I said yes sir. When I was telling the 1st Sgt. about, he said clore it with a pencil, it worked. Semper Fi

No, that would be cause for shit burn detail or career point man.

Protect your family, you are either married to the military, or loyal to your family members. Go with your family. From a Persian Gulf War veteran. Sincerely yours SSGT Craig l. Gilje, Veteran of both the Army and Air Force

Yep, I was a high-speed PFC/E3 in the Army and we just spent 3 weeks in the field for a VALEX/FTX. Most of us were sleep-deprived and starving. But you know how it goes... as soon as you get to the motor pool, you have to start day zero recovery that usually takes about 6 hours.

We were all in the motor pooling busting our as$es, but our Squad Leader (Buck Sergeant) was nowhere to be found. As time went on, everyone was asking where the F he was. Then we found out that he went home, took a shower and got McDonalds (probably got la!d too) while we were working.

I was so angry and fatigued that I was running on pure adrenaline... when he finally showed up, I got in his face and cocked my arm back to take a swing at him... before I could make contact with his face, my Platoon Sergeant practically tackled me and said "C'mon, let's go take a smoke break". He was able to calm me down and afterwards got back to work. My PLT SGT definitely did me a favor by stopping me from hitting him... I almost definitely would have received an Article 15.

Oh, I have and I have to say it was ugly.
My ex-wife was coming in country (Germany) and we were allowed four days off to settle them in and such. Meanwhile we were heading to the field the following Monday. I was the Platoon RTO, I had all of the squad leader sign hand receipts for their commo equipment and my team leader told me that he will make sure that they get their equipment they signed for, "Just go take care of your wife, I got this for ya."
Monday comes we go to the field and none of the squads have their commo equipment! We were in a mech unit so there was no field phones, no commo wire, no nothing and the Platoon Sergent was pissed. He ran my ass off running from track to track passing on stupid messages. Berating me all the while. Oh, I took it and none of the squad leaders said anything nor did my team leader, who by the way signed for some of this commo equipment that isn't there now!
Oh, I took it alright! As soon as we got back, I showed the Platoon Sergent the hand receipts, then asked him where is all of my equipment that they don't have and left the room. Oh, the screaming began, and this time it wasn't at me.
Not only was he pissed that they didn't have the equipment that they had sign for but they as NCOs allowed him to run the dog crap out of and said nothing to him that they had sign for the equipment. My team leader to whom I had entrusted to carry out what he said was sweating bullets.
Then all of the Squad leaders and my team leader came to me and asked where all of the equipment is, "I don't know, you all signed for them." and the screaming match was on!
I made them all sweat the Platoon Sergent too for a week.
Finally, he called me into the Platoon CP asked me to take a seat and I did then he in a nice and quiet voice asked me where the equipment was, for he was about to make all four NCO's pay for the missing equipment and he showed me the paperwork that he was getting ready to file for them to pay with their signatures on the paperwork. I got up and pointed to the locked footlocker I was sitting on that was in the CP the whole time.
You have no idea how much I wanted to just knock the crap out of my team leader for having me jumping through hoops while he just kept his mouth shut.

I saw it all the time back in the old school army. We called it 'wall to wall counseling'.

I have never been in a shouting match with anyone either superior or lesser in grade. If you must shout to get your folks to follow, then you're a p poor leader. The only time you'll ever hear me or my Chiefs ever shout is when someone is about to get their heads struck by flying pullies or an occasional rough sea running across the deck, or an occasional poop bombing by a sea gull.

A few, but the last one ended with us both pissed that the other didn't know what they were talking about. The B-Team NCOIC (and acting deployment lead as we had no offices with us). Came back a day later calling the entire unit on site together. He apologized say I had been right and if there were further questions on the subject to see me.

I'd deploy any where from heaven to hell with him. He was an outstanding NCO and I'm certain all of us who served with him will say the same.

This is a pretty old post, but I’m going to answer it anyway. Back in late ’05 to early ‘06, I had just got home from Iraq, so I was pretty sure I was a bad motherfucker. SAW gunner, spent every single mission in the turret and had seen some shit. It was also the time that the Army was reorganizing into BCT’s. The unit that I served with, and was under the impression that I re-enlisted to stay with for the next 6 years was disbanded and sent to another part of the state, and very few of us were invited to join them. I spent the next year being assigned to, and then reassigned to 4 different units. In one year. I’m not going to name the unit I was in nor the NCO that I ended up having a problem with, but it all came to a head one day when I was waiting in supply for my new ACU’s. I spent exactly one hour waiting for the uniforms that were not there, so I headed back to our office to spend the rest of drill doing whatever.
Now this particular NCO had never done anything with his career other than graduating from BCT and AIT. Never deployed, never went to any schools, nothing. Just kicked back and slacked off for the previous ten years but somehow got promoted to SSG. How, I will never know because the only thing he was good at was PT and being an asshole. I say again- dude never did shit in his entire life. Meanwhile, I went through jump school, after OSUT at Ft Benning and 2 more reclassifications so I could deploy with whatever unit would take me. I had my EIB, CAB and combat patch after only 4 years in. The only reason I wasn’t an NCO is because of being shuffled around from unit to unit after getting home from Iraq. I was points promotable and had plenty of leadership experience after being a fireteam leader in Iraq.
So I get back to the office after waiting for the uniforms that never came, and douchebag SSG decided he was going to ego flex on me and show me who was in charge of his little clusterfuck. He immediately lit into me about being gone so long and not checking in with him. After being gone for an entire hour. This shitbag is the same shitbag who would take 4 hour lunches with someone who was definitely NOT his wife, go home early from every day of drill, come in the next morning reeking of alcohol, and then repeat the process, every drill weekend. So by this time I’d had enough of his bullshit and quite frankly lost my cool and told him that if he didn’t like the way I soldiered, he could eat a giant bag of dicks and get the hell out of my face or I will seriously fuck his shit up. He looked at me like I slapped him in the face and said “Excuse me? Who in the hell do you think you are?” And so, I told him. I told him that every soldier in his squad was ten times the soldier he could ever hope to be. I reminded him about his taking 4 hour lunches with his girlfriend, not his wife. I reminded him that he leaves work early every single day, when we’re still here working until late in the evening, sometimes until midnight. I told him he reeked of alcohol, right now, at 3:00 o clock in the afternoon. I told him in no uncertain terms that if he didn’t get the hell out of my face immediately, that I was going to take very sick pleasure in beating him into a coma. I then suggested that he go down to the CO’s office and inform the Captain that SPC Burd was being insubordinate and threatening him with great bodily harm, because from that point forward I wasn’t taking another order from him.
I was pretty good friends with everyone else in the squad, and they all either had shit eating grins or were completely astounded at how I was able to put that utter shitbag in his place.
Probably needless to say, I got out of the army shortly afterwards. My whole attitude was- if this is how the army treats their combat veterans, and this is the type of leadership I have to endure after spending a year getting shot at, mortared and dodging monster IED’s then I will spend the rest of my life being a private fucking civilian and coming home to my wife everyday instead of taking orders from people I don’t respect. I actually got several letters and calls from soldiers I served with asking me to come back into the fold, but my wife and I decided that we’re better off. The only thing I regret about getting out of the army is not doing a tour in Afghanistan. The unit I served with in Iraq got activated for a tour in Afghanistan in 2012, but by then the army wasn’t accepting prior service so I couldn’t get back in in time to go with them. I miss terribly the men and women who I served with in Iraq, still try to keep in touch with them and consider many of them as my brothers and sisters. I miss the commraderie of serving in a combat none and how close we all got. But I do not miss being in garrison and the army in general.