My own experience was that when the bullets were flying, the Army didn’t care and soldiers were the same. Problems were invariably in a peacetime garrison environment, after duty hours, and away from the unit.
Interestingly, during my Navy days we had the same camaraderie during around clock flight ops while the Soviets chased us or on liberty. Guess it was something about everyone living in confined spaces that made all get along, not to mention bullets not aimed at us.
My story when I decided to join the military at 25 and grow up: Didn't qualify for Air Force and really didn't care. Considered the Corps (corpse by obambi) and didn't want 2-3 years of boot camp, even though I still thought I was invincible. The Army was still full of a Judge decision "join or go to jail."
Growing up around the ocean (surfer), the Navy was a natural match for me. Even though relatively safe, I'm proud of every day I spent in the Navy, although the sea deployments got old and I left after 11 years, although I wanted to do my 20. My rating (MOS) was closing up and got a great offer to manage a small company.
Cool thing was on my first ship I was meritoriously advanced from E-4 to E-5. That's how serious I took my job on the flight deck. I was so bummmed that I couldn't re-enlist after 9/11 due to age. I even offered the local recruiting office to allow me to be their own "gopher/filer". Regs said no.
Even then, I became a Patriot Guard Rider against the cult of Westboro Babtist Church who would desecrate military funerals. Remember backing up my Harley with others to drown out their obscene chantings. PGR went on to honor with long processions to any fallen military or Veterans' funerals. Went to a couple funerals - tough to keep the eyes dry...I wasn't alone.
Thank you for your service, grunt. You guys on the ground have cojones the size of soft balls.