Jigs in the Ammo Shack

(A Vietnam War story concerning Flies, 1971)

That was a sizzling afternoon inside the ammo dump, within the bullets shack-consisting of 2 rooms, walls manufactured out of plywood, floors or vase of long wood made boards-flat timber regarding the most portion, you may see via their cracks, positioned crooked alongside one particular another; also the shack was a smite lopsided, nearly wobbly, and really broken. Planted on four by four beams underneath the floorboards, about a half foot high, numerous soft white fine sand that surrounded that, providing a playground regarding the lizards to engage in recreation, unnoticed.

I carried a semi outdated ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ magazine with me when I acquired to go to the rounds shack (where us all soldiers did our own paperwork for aide and distributing involving ammunition for the convoys arriving from several locations in the vicinity.

I carried of which old ‘Stars plus Strips, ‘ magazine for a 30 days, until a brand-new one came out there, and used it to swish aside flies. We were holding all over the place in the rounds shack-we were infested using them, with their buzzing around while if we were invaders: fat plus thin bellied data files; some dark other folks light shads of dark, long and even short winged flies, biting your fingers and face, plus ears, behind your own neck, swarming close to you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, snorkeling into your eyes as if they have been small punishing missiles, trained by the Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There are 223 ammo in stock or declining flies, also going for walks flies on all of the three desks in the two rooms from the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming toward one’s mouth, nevertheless quite content whenever they missed, and simply landed on your current lips. They infected everything, clinging, plus climbing, and also a few crawling, within their speediest gait possible, specially the big fat bellied ones, they would try to get away but I’d swat them, regrettably leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I really attempted to simply discourage them away, but like I mentioned before-or implied, these people were already brained rinsed and ready to sacrifice their existence for the cause.

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