Remember
those awesome training films we had back in Boot? The Navy has always taught its
sailors the dangers of sexually transmitted diseases. We sat and watched those
silly Suzie Rotten Crotch 8mm films where the local female population would
land your butt right into sick call with the crabs, gonorrhea, chlamydia, or
maybe even the notorious black clap or the herpesyphilitis … you know the ones
they used to tell us about from the Vietnam hookers. I remember hearing whore
stories about young men being sent to an island like a leper and left there to
let their tally whackers fall off. It was referred to as the Island of the Black Clap.
“Now listen up! You men need to use some
gauddamn common sense when dealing with those boom-boom girls. Not only are
they conniving and treacherous, but they also carry the venereal disease. You
don’t want to end up in that South Sea island where they keep men who have the
Black Clap that has no response to penicillin. They’re not allowed back in the states.
We don’t want to be passing that shit around on the home front. Your family will get
a letter back home letting them know you’ve been declared “MIA”… “
Or how
about the spring-loaded instrument they would stick up your urethra only to
pull a little trigger that would push little treble hook spines out to drag all
the puss and blockage out so you could pee… of course those were fairytales but
to us young novice types, they were good no-shitt’n sea story material! Hell,
we didn’t know any better until we found our way to our first foreign port. Then
the idea of catching the incurable clap went to the wayside as pros and penicillin
did their thing. Here we have a few good ol’ comic shorts and posters from over
the years that give a good idea of how we saw such things… as my Chief used
to say when out on the town somewhere in the Seventh Fleet…
“Welcome to Casa Caca, home of Mamasan and her
beautiful bargirls!”
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FiN )
