I was one of those Navy guinea pigs and I was thankful that, in all of my many seaports I visited, I was free of any disease. Imagine doing your business, in Tunisia, in a hole in the concrete floor with the wall next to you crawling thick with cockroaches. Some of them were almost 2 inches long! They could run faster than a mouse! I was worried they would jump on me and bite me in the nipper!
Imagine places where dogs would roam the streets tearing into garbage for their eats.
In Jamaica, chicken would be roasted under corrugated sheet metal over a pit of coals.
In Bergen, cooked shrimp was sold off the boat in a paper sack like popcorn.
In Naples, tripe was sold sloshed with hot sauce and rolled up in newspaper.
I ate everything given me and the only time I got sick was when I got seasick. I thank those vaccinations given with a air pressure gun that tore the skin if you flinched.
This fear of the C-Vaccine is all needle phobia. Those 1-1/2 inch needles they thrust into your deltoid is giving people nightmares--like ghosts under the bed. My wife just had her first vaccination and, for her, it was nothing to it.