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Is it a stupid question to ask where the posters warning women of the dangers presented by lecherous soldiers/sailors/candlestick-makers?

Was venereal disease back in the good old days™ limited to a cabal of crafty hussies looking to put our vulnerable and exploitable menfolk out of action using the oldest trick in the book.
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Roddy said…
Some people took things so seriously back then.
In the sixties through seventies it was a badge of merit.
27 April 2010 at 12:40
Magpie said…
Oh would this get some people up in arms today!! I agree, Kris. Seems a bit one-sided.
27 April 2010 at 14:25
Kris McCracken said…
That's why I am a feminist.
30 April 2010 at 19:13
Tony said…
This reminded me of my Grandmother's brother. I discovered during genealogy research from Government World War 1 archives that he spent 3 months in hospital in England with an extremely severe case of gonorrhoea. Once cured he was sent on active duty to Belgium where he was killed in action only a few months later
2 May 2010 at 17:26
Kris McCracken said…
Tony, there were greater losses in the Allied armies on the Western Front to VD than battle deaths in WWI.
4 May 2010 at 14:02
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