I was a new private in the army. On Fort Benning.
I was assigned a new team leader. A young and eager E-4.
He wrote up a counseling statement. We sat down on a metal picnic table. And he laid out his expectations.
One of his expectations was that I follow his orders. Any order. Even if it was illegal.
I laughed. And signed it.
Later, my squad leader asked me why I would sign such a thing.
“He told me to,” I said.
“You can’t obey illegal orders,” this staff sergeant told me.
Way back in 1996.