Jigs in the Bullets Shack

(A Vietnam War story regarding Flies, 1971)

This was a hot afternoon inside the rounds dump, inside bullets shack-consisting of 2 rooms, walls built out of particle board, floors or vase of long wood boards-flat timber regarding the most element, you might see by way of their cracks, put crooked alongside one another; also the shack was a new smite lopsided, nearly wobbly, and quite broken. Planted on four by 4 beams beneath the floorboards, about a 50 percent foot high, numerous soft white yellow sand that surrounded this, providing a playground regarding the lizards to be able to engage in recreation, unnoticed.

I transported a semi old ‘Stars and Whitening strips, ‘ magazine beside me when I got to navigate to the bullets shack (where us all soldiers did our own paperwork for aides and distributing of ammunition for the convoys arriving from several locations inside the location.

223 ammo in stock carried that old ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ journal for a calendar month, until a new one came out and about, and used this to swish aside flies. These people were just about everywhere in the ammo shack-we were infested together, with their buzzing around because if we have been invaders: fat plus thin bellied data; some dark other folks light shads of dark, long in addition to short winged flies, biting your hands and face, in addition to ears, behind the neck, swarming about you, sneaking the shirt sleeves, scuba diving into your eye like they have been small punishing missiles, trained by the Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There have been dead or passing away flies, also strolling flies on all of the three desks inside the two rooms of the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming to one’s mouth, nevertheless quite content whenever they missed, and basically landed on your own lips. They infected everything, clinging, and even climbing, as well as some crawling, within their fastest gait possible, specifically the big excess fat bellied ones, they’d try to get away but I would swat them, unfortunately leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I seriously tried out to simply discourage them away, although like I said before-or implied, these people were already brained washed and ready in order to sacrifice their existence for the result in.

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