• June 28, 2022

Jigs in the Ammo Shack

(A Vietnam War story concerning Flies, 1971)

This was a hot afternoon in the bullets dump, within the bullets shack-consisting of a couple of rooms, walls built out of particle board, floors or inlays of long wood boards-flat timber with regard to the most part, you can see by means of their cracks, positioned crooked alongside a single another; also the particular shack was a smite lopsided, almost wobbly, and extremely broken. Planted about four by 4 beams beneath the floorboards, about a half foot high, numerous soft white yellow sand that surrounded that, giving a playground with regard to the lizards to engage in recreation, unnoticed.

308 amo taken a semi old ‘Stars and Pieces, ‘ magazine with me at night when I got to visit the ammo shack (where us all soldiers did our paperwork for aides and distributing involving ammunition towards the convoys arriving from several locations within the location.

I carried that old ‘Stars and even Strips, ‘ journal for a calendar month, until a fresh one came out there, and used it to swish aside flies. These people were just about everywhere in the bullets shack-we were infested using them, with their very own buzzing around while if we have been invaders: fat and even thin bellied files; some dark others light shads of dark, long and short winged flies, biting your hands and face, and ears, behind your current neck, swarming around you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, scuba diving into your eye like they were small punishing missiles, trained by the Vietcong to annoy a person. -me, us!

There have been dead or perishing flies, also jogging flies on all of the three desks inside the two rooms of the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming toward one’s mouth, although quite content should they missed, and simply landed on the lips. They infected everything, clinging, and climbing, and in many cases some crawling, inside their speediest gait possible, specifically the big extra fat bellied ones, they’d try to acquire away but I would swat them, sadly leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I absolutely tried out to simply frighten them away, although like I said before-or implied, they were already brained rinsed and ready to be able to sacrifice their existence for the cause.

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