Jigs in the Bullets Shack

(A Vietnam War story concerning Flies, 1971)

That was a very hot afternoon in the ammo dump, inside the rounds shack-consisting of 2 rooms, walls made out of particle board, floors or inlays of long wooden boards-flat timber regarding the most element, you can see via their cracks, located crooked alongside one particular another; also the shack was some sort of smite lopsided, practically wobbly, and quite broken. Planted upon four by several beams underneath the floorboards, about a fifty percent foot high, between the soft white fine sand that surrounded this, giving a playground with regard to the lizards to be able to engage in excitement, unnoticed.

I transported a semi old ‘Stars and Whitening strips, ‘ magazine beside me when I had to see a bullets shack (where people soldiers did our paperwork for aides and distributing of ammunition to the convoys arriving from a number of locations inside the location.

I carried of which old ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ mag for a 30 days, until a new one came out there, and used it to swish apart flies. These people were almost everywhere in the ammo shack-we were infested using them, with their buzzing around as if we have been invaders: fat and even thin bellied documents; some dark other folks light shads regarding dark, long in addition to short winged jigs, biting your fingers and face, plus ears, behind your own neck, swarming about you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, snorkeling into your eyes like they were small punishing missiles, trained by the Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There are dead or passing away flies, also strolling flies on all the three desks inside the two rooms with the shack, filling typically the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming toward one’s mouth, although quite content if they missed, and just landed on your lips. 223 ammo in stock infected everything, clinging, plus climbing, and also some crawling, in their speediest gait possible, especially the big fat bellied ones, they’d try to acquire away but I would swat them, however leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I truly tried to simply terrify them away, although like I mentioned before-or implied, these were already brained rinsed and ready to sacrifice their life for the cause.

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