Flies in the Rounds Shack

(A Vietnam War story concerning Flies, 1971)

This was a warm afternoon within the ammo dump, inside ammo shack-consisting of two rooms, walls made out of particle board, floors or vase of long solid wood boards-flat timber with regard to the most part, you could see via their cracks, put crooked alongside one another; also typically the shack was a new smite lopsided, nearly wobbly, and quite broken. Planted in four by several beams underneath the floorboards, about a 1 / 2 foot high, amongst the soft white sand that surrounded it, giving a playground for the lizards to be able to engage in recreation, unnoticed.

I taken a semi old ‘Stars and Pieces, ‘ magazine with me when I had to visit the rounds shack (where us all soldiers did the paperwork for aides and distributing regarding ammunition to the convoys arriving from many locations within the location.

I carried that will old ‘Stars plus Strips, ‘ publication for a calendar month, until a new one came out and about, and used it to swish away flies. 12 gauge ammo were just about everywhere in the bullets shack-we were infested with them, with their very own buzzing around while if we have been invaders: fat in addition to thin bellied files; some dark other folks light shads regarding dark, long in addition to short winged jigs, biting your hands and face, plus ears, behind your own neck, swarming close to you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, diving into your eye as if they had been small punishing missiles, trained by the Vietcong to annoy a person. -me, us!

There have been dead or perishing flies, also walking flies on all the three desks in the two rooms with the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming toward one’s mouth, although quite content should they missed, and just landed on your own lips. They contaminated everything, clinging, plus climbing, and in many cases some crawling, inside their fastest gait possible, specifically the big excess fat bellied ones, they would try to acquire away but I had created swat them, regrettably leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I really tried out to simply terrify them away, but like I said before-or implied, they were already brained laundered and ready in order to sacrifice their life for the cause.

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