As an aside, I had the profound pleasure of snarling at a superior officer, JAG branch, while sitting on a military conduct board. The hearing was over, with him having lost, and badly, so he decided to berate the board for our unanimous and strong decision against him.
With the permission of the senior officer, I tore him a new one, and then, before he could respond, I requested leave to depart, which the bright eyed, grinning senior officer was happy to provide. I then walked out right by the stammering JAG Major.
Well, I had a feeling that his wounded pride would come back to haunt me. And it took six months. The JAG loser wrote up a scathing report about the hearing and had it delivered to the Brigade Commanding Officer. Fortunately the Brigade CSM found it, saw my name, and decided to confront me about it. (CSMs rarely missing an opportunity to nick a junior officer for screwing up, which the JAG Major has asserted.)
CSM “Klingon”, for both appearance and temperament, at first subtly approached me and was none too clear what he was talking about, and it took me a few seconds to remember the hearing, but when I did, hoo boy.
I must have turned a few colors while recalling with a snarl the gross screw-ups involved, and not only referenced the JAG Major for his actions, but invoked the sacred and fearful phrase “...A complete breakdown in the NCO chain of command!” about the case, which ironically, reflected in a terrible way right at the Brigade CSM. Him.
And a mortified CSM can be a very scary thing. Fortunately, not directed at me, but at the JAG Major.
So this ended up with the double pleasure of not only the feeling that justice had been served, but that the heavy hand of judgment was about to descend on the JAG Major.
My congratulations.