Jigs in the Ammo Shack

(A Vietnam War story about Flies, 1971)

That was a sizzling afternoon within the ammo dump, within the rounds shack-consisting of a couple of rooms, walls built out of particle board, floors or inlays of long solid wood boards-flat timber regarding the most part, you might see by way of their cracks, placed crooked alongside one particular another; also the particular shack was the smite lopsided, practically wobbly, and quite broken. Planted on four by several beams underneath the floorboards, about a half foot high, amongst the soft white mud that surrounded it, providing a playground for the lizards to be able to engage in excitement, unnoticed.

5.56 ammo taken a semi outdated ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ magazine with me when I experienced to navigate to the bullets shack (where us all soldiers did each of our paperwork for allocations and distributing involving ammunition for the convoys arriving from many locations inside the area.

I carried that will old ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ publication for a calendar month, until a new one came away, and used this to swish away flies. These were everywhere in the ammo shack-we were infested together, with their buzzing around because if we were invaders: fat plus thin bellied documents; some dark some others light shads involving dark, long and even short winged flies, biting your hands and face, plus ears, behind the neck, swarming close to you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, diving into your sight as though they have been small punishing missiles, trained from the Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There are dead or declining flies, also jogging flies on all of the three desks in the two rooms from the shack, filling typically the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming to one’s mouth, yet quite content when they missed, and merely landed on your own lips. They contaminated everything, clinging, plus climbing, and also many crawling, in their fastest gait possible, specifically the big fat bellied ones, that they had try to acquire away but I would swat them, sadly leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I truly attempted to simply frighten them away, but like I explained before-or implied, these people were already brained washed and ready to sacrifice their lives for the result in.


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