Take a bunch of 18-22 year old kids and turn them into war machines. Then the people who they protect get mad because the machines are competitive, even with each other.
I worked 3 miles from Camp Lejeune, my brother was a marine. He was air wing and on a different base. Think it was hard to find an 18 year old kid around town that thought the entire airwing was a bunch of wimps? It’s the same thing. Everyone lives their role.
MARSOC? Is that even the right spelling? I had too look it up. Our neighbor was special forces, he never mingled with “regular” marines until we lost power in a hurricane. We had tons of ice, beer, and a charcoal grill. I don’t think they thought less of anyone else, they were trained to live and breath with their own group.