Lures in the Ammo Shack

(A Vietnam War story about Flies, 1971)

This was a warm afternoon within the bullets dump, in the bullets shack-consisting of a couple of rooms, walls built out of particle board, floors or vase of long wood made boards-flat timber for the most part, you may see by way of their cracks, put crooked alongside 1 another; also typically the shack was the smite lopsided, nearly wobbly, and really broken. Planted about four by 4 beams beneath the floorboards, about a 1 / 2 foot high, between the soft white mud that surrounded that, providing a playground for the lizards to be able to engage in excitement, unnoticed.

I transported a semi older ‘Stars and Pieces, ‘ magazine beside me when I got to see an ammo shack (where us all soldiers did our paperwork for allocations and distributing associated with ammunition for the convoys arriving from many locations within the vicinity.

I carried that will old ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ mag for a calendar month, until a fresh one came out there, and used it to swish away from flies. We were holding all over the place in the bullets shack-we were infested using them, with their own buzzing around while if we had been invaders: fat and even thin bellied data; some dark some others light shads associated with dark, long and even short winged lures, biting your arms and face, plus ears, behind your neck, swarming close to you, sneaking the shirt sleeves, snorkeling into your sight as if they had been small punishing missiles, trained by Vietcong to annoy an individual. -me, us!

There have been 223 ammo in stock or dying flies, also going for walks flies on each of the three desks inside the two rooms of the shack, filling the particular atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming in the direction of one’s mouth, but quite content whenever they missed, and merely landed on your current lips. They infected everything, clinging, in addition to climbing, and also several crawling, within their quickest gait possible, specifically the big extra fat bellied ones, they would try to get away but I’d personally swat them, however leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I absolutely tried to simply scare them away, nevertheless like I stated before-or implied, these people were already brained laundered and ready to be able to sacrifice their existence for the cause.


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