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

Back when I was in, we knew better. It was better to take the hollering quietly, than to say or do anything to make the situation worst. This was between 1962-1971. My, how times change.

I guess I really don't have a temper at all. I have literally never gotten in a screaming match with anyone. I have been screamed at, I have been in physical altercations when forced to defend myself (though never with a superior) and I have even had a very few occasions to apply physical force to someone when it wasn't strictly self-defense. When this happened, I wasn't especially angry or agitated, though. :)

I can't help but think there is more to this whole story. There are too many irregularities. 1. How does an E-5 override a company commander? The chain of command works in the opposite direction. 2. I have heard many stories about service members smacking a supervisor. Most of them are embellished or flat out lies. 3. An NCO normally cannot initiate article 15. He can write a report and request the commander pursue it.
If this account is factual, there is a company at FT. Bliss that is completely out of touch with reality.

Yes, in early 1969 in Vietnam we had a new 2nd Lt who decided to have a rifle inspection, my squad was the first to inspect, as I was the squad leader I was first to be inspected. He said my rifle was rusty, I explained to him that the M16 did not rust, it was discolored , he kept saying it was rusty, soon we were yelling at one another, meanwhile my squad was rolling around laughing their asses off, finally he agreed with me and said to take of it, I said yes sir. When telling the story to the first sgt. he said color it with a pencil and it would look fine.

SSG. Alejandre J. my heart and support go out to you brother and yes I have been in similar situations in my life both in and out of the military. Fortunately for those supervisors I never got to the point were it got physical, but there were times where it was on that edge. In my case I oftentimes reflected on life lessons from home, the good military encounters and interactions, alongside forethought of what the potential ramifications would be for me as a black male. Whether it is the military or civilian justice system America historically has invoked harsher penalties on black males, even when the elements of cases are exactly the same. So with that information alongside other information I often would stop short of doing anything physical. But the use of my mind and the power of the pen has served me well over the years. So after those screaming matches if they were truly wrong or coming from a bad place in their approach to me. Then I would find the corresponding rule, policy or contract violation to use in my documentation of the event and call them to the carpet on their actions. Which is way different then how I would have handled it back home on the streets of NYC, I guess that is one of the benefits that comes with maturity because that fight never ends, there will always be fools out there that somehow become supervisors over you. You just cant waste time suffering through their issues, have to rise above and continue to soldier on absent the drama they may try to push you into.

As a MSgt & SMSgt I have - I thought my Capt and Maj's decision was outright wrong and they didn't want to listen - in the end - I followed my orders - and we drank beer later that night at the club.

...I have been known to be a passionate advocate for my soldiers behind closed doors

While stationed at Charleston SC Navy Base I had collateral duty in building maintenance.
The E6, forgot his name, in charge of the building maintenance department. But I believe that he was a Bosun's Mate.

At the time I was a Nuc Weps instructor. Back story complete.
Anyway, this guy kept calling me "TOM" after I repeatedly told him to call me by my first name Tim or Petty Officer Thomas.
I was sitting at a desk in the office, Electrical Room. He comes in with 5 or 6 seamen, his regular staff, following. He says "Tom", and a sentence that went on deaf ears.
I stood straight up, chair rolls and slams into the wall 10 feet behind me. I then order the men entering to get out of the office and shut the door.
He asks me what's wrong. I'm part Blackfoot Indian and I know my face goes beet red when angry.
For weeks I did everything he asked, buffed floors, polished the brass, used a weed eater in 100 degrees because of a visiting Admiral, and weighed 200 pound CO2 cylinders for the fire suppression system. And much more.
One thing. Call me by my name or Rank.
The last man peeking through the door. He apologized to me and that was it.
The other guys knew that I hated what he did. I saw it as being disrespectful. I was an educated professional and a soldier.
I worked for him another 2 months.
He changed the way he addressed me and his regular staff of Seamen. Near the end of my collateral duty, when our E6 Bosun's Mate was absent, the rest of us were in the office for muster.
They thanked me for sticking up to him. Right or wrong, I could have ended my career, been thrown into the Brig, or worse.
In a way, I'm grateful that it didn't come to that. For all of the responsibility on my shoulders, I still was only 18 years old. To me, at that time, I earned my rank, carried the knowledge and responsibilities of a man who knew what that weapon was capable of.

Not exactly screaming matches but I recall “vigorously” standing up for my troops during training and deployments and “vigorously” promoting the course of action I thought was the correct one as a staff officer I had good bosses and actually changed their minds a few times

Twice, I was the patrol supervisor in Butzbach when a call from a spouse about a her husband threaten her with a knife with no other information the Desk Seargent closes down all the kasernes in the area, locked down all the building in them. I wasn’t sure that we needed to that as there was no injury and where is he going to go, to the East Germans? As I sent a patrol to see what exactly happen at residence, I arrive at the Brigade Headquaters I was met by the BGE CSM and Commander and was informed I a very strong way that we military police overstepped our authority and so fourth. My patrol then called in a said that the wife made the story up. Being the middle man in this Cluster F, I went tot the MP station and laid into the DS who was a E-6 and I was a newly minted E-5. I am not sure how I didn’t pull over the desk and beat him with the butt of my weapon is beyond me. Next day the Guy was no longer on the desk.
Second, was detailed as a recruiter and sitting on a doughnut (0) after my dad got sick and I went on Emergancy leave. About a month later he passed and I went to the Company Commander to get him to sign my leave to go home and bury him, the CO said he wouldn’t because I was failing my mission and that when he was down range in Kuwait he couldn’t go home when his passed. He equated war time down range to our recruiting mission as the same. I then lost it and told him if he wouldn’t the BN CO will and I was going, he said he would kick me out of the Army if did. I went with the BN CSMs condolences and after I returned I decided that the Army wasn’t for me anymore even though I was an E-6(P) and 12 in. The INF Capt that was my CO in recruiting was transitioned out of the Army the same month I did, go figure.