I had a battalion commander pick up a chair in the middle of a staff briefing and throw it against the wall and stalk out.
West point grad.
Different army. He was an SOB, but he was our SOB.
Now, it appears, evewyone’s widdle feewers would get huwt.
My favorite ever Skipper (C.O.) was mellow and truly a nice person. However, I was in the ship’s wardroom the day he picked up a San Diego phone book and threw it at the Ops officer (who had it coming). I was an E-3 fly on the wall. When I determined that no other objects were going to be outbound I walked over, picked up the phone book and returned it to its proper place. The Skipper just smiled at me.