Jigs in the Rounds Shack
(A Vietnam War story about Flies, 1971)
That was a very hot afternoon inside the bullets dump, inside the bullets shack-consisting of 2 rooms, walls produced out of plywood, floors or inlays of long wooden boards-flat timber regarding the most portion, you could see via their cracks, located crooked alongside 1 another; also the shack was the smite lopsided, practically wobbly, and really broken. Planted about four by several beams beneath the floorboards, about a 50 percent foot high, numerous soft white fine sand that surrounded it, providing an playground regarding the lizards to be able to engage in excitement, unnoticed.
I carried a semi old ‘Stars and Strip, ‘ magazine with me at night when I had to navigate to the ammo shack (where people soldiers did each of our paperwork for aides and distributing of ammunition to the convoys arriving from various locations in the area.
I carried that old ‘Stars plus Strips, ‘ mag for a calendar month, until an innovative one came out, and used that to swish apart flies. 223 ammo in stock were everywhere in the ammo shack-we were infested with them, with their buzzing around because if we were invaders: fat in addition to thin bellied files; some dark some others light shads associated with dark, long and even short winged jigs, biting your arms and face, and ears, behind the neck, swarming close to you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, snorkeling into your sight as though they have been small punishing missiles, trained by the Vietcong to annoy an individual. -me, us!
There were dead or declining flies, also jogging flies on each of the three desks in the two rooms from the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming to one’s mouth, but quite content when they missed, and basically landed on your current lips. They contaminated everything, clinging, and climbing, and in many cases several crawling, in their fastest gait possible, specifically the big extra fat bellied ones, that they had try to find away but I had created swat them, regrettably leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I seriously tried out to simply terrify them away, yet like I explained before-or implied, they were already brained cleaned and ready to sacrifice their lifestyles for the lead to.