Jigs in the Ammo Shack

(A Vietnam War story regarding Flies, 1971)

This was a very hot afternoon in the rounds dump, inside the ammo shack-consisting of 2 rooms, walls produced out of particle board, floors or vase of long wood made boards-flat timber for the most part, you can see via their cracks, located crooked alongside one particular another; also the shack was a smite lopsided, nearly wobbly, and extremely broken. Planted in four by four beams underneath the floorboards, about a 50 percent foot high, between the soft white sand that surrounded it, providing a playground with regard to the lizards in order to engage in excitement, unnoticed.

I transported a semi old ‘Stars and Pieces, ‘ magazine with me when I experienced to visit the rounds shack (where us soldiers did each of our paperwork for aide and distributing of ammunition towards the convoys arriving from a number of locations inside the area.

I carried that old ‘Stars plus Strips, ‘ journal for a month, until a fresh one came away, and used that to swish away from flies. These people were everywhere in the ammo shack-we were infested with them, with their own buzzing around because if we have been invaders: fat and thin bellied data; some dark others light shads regarding dark, long and even short winged flies, biting your palms and face, plus ears, behind your neck, swarming all-around you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, scuba diving into your eye as though they were small punishing missiles, trained by Vietcong to annoy an individual. -me, us!

There have been dead or dying flies, also walking flies on all of the three desks in the two rooms from the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming in the direction of one’s mouth, although quite content if they missed, and basically landed on your own lips. 223 ammo in stock infected everything, clinging, and even climbing, and also several crawling, inside their fastest gait possible, specifically the big extra fat bellied ones, they would try to acquire away but I had created swat them, regrettably leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I seriously tried to simply frighten them away, but like I mentioned before-or implied, they were already brained cleaned and ready in order to sacrifice their existence for the lead to.

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