I’ve worked in a military setting where brotherhood was real, but the only employer that pushed family (I found it to be cultish at the beginning) turned into a greedy soul sucking hell hole.
Some of my best work memories are from the military doing crap work with great people. Everyone just ate the shit sandwich together. Sometimes I miss it but then I remember how awful those sandwiches were. We had a pretty bad “event” at my current employer and as much as I didn’t sleep and eat I look back on it fondly. Something about shared misery builds rose colored memories