Flies in the Rounds Shack

(A Vietnam War story concerning Flies, 1971)

It was a warm afternoon within the rounds dump, inside ammo shack-consisting of 2 rooms, walls made out of particle board, floors or inlays of long wooden boards-flat timber intended for the most element, you could see by means of their cracks, located crooked alongside one another; also the shack was some sort of smite lopsided, almost wobbly, and really broken. Planted on four by four beams beneath the floorboards, about a 50 percent foot high, between the soft white fine sand that surrounded that, providing a playground for the lizards in order to engage in recreation, unnoticed.

45 acp ammo transported a semi outdated ‘Stars and Strip, ‘ magazine with me when I had to see an ammo shack (where all of us soldiers did our own paperwork for aide and distributing of ammunition to the convoys arriving from several locations within the location.

I carried of which old ‘Stars plus Strips, ‘ magazine for a 30 days, until a fresh one came away, and used this to swish aside flies. We were holding everywhere in the rounds shack-we were infested together, with their buzzing around while if we were invaders: fat and even thin bellied data files; some dark other people light shads involving dark, long and even short winged lures, biting your fingers and face, plus ears, behind your current neck, swarming close to you, sneaking the shirt sleeves, diving into your sight like they had been small punishing missiles, trained from the Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There were dead or passing away flies, also strolling flies on all the three desks within the two rooms with the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming toward one’s mouth, but quite content when they missed, and basically landed on the lips. They contaminated everything, clinging, in addition to climbing, and in many cases several crawling, in their most effective gait possible, especially the big fat bellied ones, they would try to acquire away but I’d personally swat them, regrettably leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I truly attempted to simply scare them away, nevertheless like I said before-or implied, these were already brained laundered and ready to sacrifice their life for the lead to.

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