When I was in the US Navy on a long deployment I beat the shit out of multiple people, and I don't mean that in a good way.

The solution for that was I was allowed to talk to a psychiatrist from the German military who happened to be on the ship, because that wouldn't document anything officially.

His advice was it was a six month deployment and would eventually be over. Which honestly is all he could do. I was "essential to ship movement" and he belonged to another countrys military. Super cool dude tho, and talking once a week really did help

But we were in an environment where everything was metal and a fistfight or even grappling could easily become manslaughter...

Hell, within 24 hours of my first time out to sea I picked up two people to break up their fistfight and threw them both acrossthe engine room at the same time, and my next watch a guy pulled a knife on me but I got him to back down.

They truly don't give a fuck, and if worst case scenario had happened I think it would have been covered up as an accident.

Like, engine rooms are always rougher, but I was fighting people 3-4 pay grades above me in sleeping quarters and cafeteria with the "normies" and literally never got in trouble or had anyone in my chain of command even mention it, with the exception of us getting to be able to cut in the chow line after one incident... I was even fucking with officers, both in my chain of command and the random junior ones that wanted to act tough not turning sideways in the narrow hallways.

I was not in a good place mentally, but everyone was fine rolling the dice.

It's been a minute since I was in, but shit like that doesn't change. Because every new generation comes up in the same environment, if they don't like it they don't re-enlist. It's institutional inertia