Flies in the Ammo Shack

(A Vietnam War story concerning Flies, 1971)

This was a hot afternoon within the rounds dump, inside bullets shack-consisting of a couple of rooms, walls made out of particle board, floors or inlays of long wood made boards-flat timber for the most part, you could see by means of their cracks, located crooked alongside a single another; also typically the shack was some sort of smite lopsided, practically wobbly, and very broken. Planted upon 12 ga shot by several beams underneath the floorboards, about a half foot high, between the soft white fine sand that surrounded that, giving a playground with regard to the lizards in order to engage in recreation, unnoticed.

I taken a semi old ‘Stars and Strip, ‘ magazine with me at night when I experienced to see an ammo shack (where us soldiers did each of our paperwork for aide and distributing regarding ammunition to the convoys arriving from several locations within the vicinity.

I carried of which old ‘Stars in addition to Strips, ‘ mag for a calendar month, until a new one came out there, and used that to swish away flies. We were holding everywhere in the bullets shack-we were infested with them, with their very own buzzing around while if we have been invaders: fat and thin bellied data files; some dark other people light shads regarding dark, long and short winged lures, biting your hands and face, and ears, behind the neck, swarming about you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, scuba diving into your sight as if they had been small punishing missiles, trained by Vietcong to annoy a person. -me, us!

There are dead or dying flies, also jogging flies on all the three desks in the two rooms of the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming towards one’s mouth, although quite content whenever they missed, and basically landed on your lips. They contaminated everything, clinging, and climbing, and even a few crawling, in their quickest gait possible, specifically the big extra fat bellied ones, that they had try to find away but I would swat them, unfortunately leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I truly tried to simply scare them away, although like I explained before-or implied, we were holding already brained cleaned and ready to sacrifice their lives for the trigger.

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