Flies in the Bullets Shack

(A Vietnam War story concerning Flies, 1971)

It was a hot afternoon within the ammo dump, inside the ammo shack-consisting of two rooms, walls produced out of plywood, floors or vase of long solid wood boards-flat timber for the most element, you can see by way of their cracks, positioned crooked alongside one particular another; also the shack was the smite lopsided, almost wobbly, and extremely broken. Planted in four by 4 beams underneath the floorboards, about a 50 percent foot high, numerous soft white sand that surrounded it, providing a playground regarding the lizards to be able to engage in excitement, unnoticed.

I transported a semi aged ‘Stars and Strip, ‘ magazine with me when I got to go to the ammo shack (where all of us soldiers did the paperwork for aides and distributing involving ammunition for the convoys arriving from many locations in the neighbourhood.

I carried that old ‘Stars plus Strips, ‘ mag for a month, until a brand-new one came out there, and used it to swish aside flies. These were all over the place in the ammo shack-we were infested together, with their particular buzzing around as if we have been invaders: fat plus thin bellied documents; some dark other folks light shads involving dark, long and even short winged flies, biting your hands and face, and ears, behind your own neck, swarming all-around you, sneaking the shirt sleeves, diving into your eye as if they were small punishing missiles, trained by the Vietcong to annoy an individual. -me, us!

There was dead or declining flies, also going for walks flies on all the three desks in the two rooms in the shack, filling the particular atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming toward one’s mouth, yet quite content when they missed, and merely landed on your current lips. .45 acp ammo polluted everything, clinging, plus climbing, and in many cases some crawling, within their speediest gait possible, specifically the big excess fat bellied ones, that they had try to get away but I would swat them, unfortunately leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I absolutely tried to simply frighten them away, but like I stated before-or implied, these were already brained rinsed and ready to be able to sacrifice their life for the lead to.

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