Notes
^** There are continuity errors regarding the rank of Jonas Blane. In "Pandemonium, Part 2", Blane states his rank as Command Sergeant Major, his uniform rank is Sergeant Major. In the United States Army, however, soldiers are often laterally transitioned between the ranks depending on their assignments. Command Sergeants Major are also addressed as "Sergeant Major" when in conversation, not "Command Sergeant Major". This is similar to the rules where a Staff Sergeant or Sergeant First Class are addressed simply as "Sergeant".
^** Promoted from Staff Sergeant during "Side Angle Side".
^** Although this might have just been dirty talk, a similar continuity error exists regarding the rank of Mack Gerhardt. In the season 1 episode "True Believers" his wife says to him "come here Sergeant Major, and give me a report," but his rank is later established as Master Sergeant. In the final wedding scene of season 4, however, Mack is shown with E-7, or Sergeant First Class, rank on his uniform.
^** Promoted from Colonel during "Unknown Soldier".
^* Formerly Morgan; married Grey in "Unknown Soldier".
^* Formerly Canning; married Ryan in "The Wall".
^† Killed in action after saving Grey's life, Beirut, Lebanon during "Five Brothers".
Alpha team has used the callsigns Anaconda and Buckboard .
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