Flies in the Bullets Shack

(A Vietnam War story concerning Flies, 1971)

It was a very hot afternoon inside the bullets dump, within the ammo shack-consisting of 2 rooms, walls built out of particle board, floors or inlays of long wood made boards-flat timber with regard to the most element, you may see via their cracks, put crooked alongside 1 another; also the particular shack was a new smite lopsided, almost wobbly, and quite broken. Planted about four by several beams beneath the floorboards, about a 1 / 2 foot high, amongst the soft white fine sand that surrounded it, providing an playground for the lizards to engage in recreation, unnoticed.

I taken a semi older ‘Stars and Pieces, ‘ magazine beside me when I got to navigate to the ammo shack (where us all soldiers did our paperwork for allocations and distributing involving ammunition towards the convoys arriving from many locations within the location.

I carried that will old ‘Stars in addition to Strips, ‘ magazine for a 30 days, until a fresh one came out and about, and used this to swish away from flies. We were holding almost everywhere in the ammo shack-we were infested together, with their buzzing around as if we had been invaders: fat plus thin bellied data; some dark others light shads of dark, long plus short winged lures, biting your arms and face, plus ears, behind your own neck, swarming all-around you, sneaking the shirt sleeves, snorkeling into your sight as if they were small punishing missiles, trained by Vietcong to annoy a person. -me, us!

There was dead or declining flies, also walking flies on every one of the three desks in the two rooms in the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming towards one’s mouth, but quite content if they missed, and basically landed on your own lips. 10mm ammo for sale contaminated everything, clinging, and climbing, and also a few crawling, inside their speediest gait possible, especially the big excess fat bellied ones, they’d try to get away but I had created swat them, sadly leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I seriously tried to simply frighten them away, although like I said before-or implied, we were holding already brained laundered and ready to sacrifice their life for the cause.

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