Tanada, believe it or not, we enlisted folks did not get legal training, nor did we spend any time debating the finer points of whether or not the things they had us doing were Constitutional.
That's why they call it "Service". The government has things they need done at a given time and place, and you get the job. We pretty much did what we were told, when we were told to do it, wherever we were, in the company of those others that had been ordered to be there with us, whether or not they were people we would otherwise have associated with.
That is how I ended up standing in a puddle of salt water on Hawaii's Big Island, working on a 2 megawatt transmitter that ran off 18,000 volts DC, after a typhoon clobbered the LORAN-C transmitting station. It was a navigation system, since obsoleted by GPS, but being used at the time by the USAF B-52's to bomb a place hundreds of miles away called Vietnam. The prospect of dying the instant you touched the wrong thing brought about a marvelous concentration of one's attention.
It was warm, was all I could say for it. My regular duty station was a place called Port Clarence. AK. - thirty guys huddled in insulated buildings, surrounded by eskimos, polar bears, and seals, near the Arctic Circle. When the typhoon hit Hawaii, they asked for volunteers to get the station back on the air.





