Flies in the Rounds Shack

(A Vietnam War story regarding Flies, 1971)

That was a sizzling afternoon in the bullets dump, inside ammo shack-consisting of two rooms, walls built out of plywood, floors or vase of long wood boards-flat timber regarding the most element, you might see through their cracks, placed crooked alongside a single another; also the particular shack was a new smite lopsided, almost wobbly, and really broken. Planted in four by several beams beneath the floorboards, about a half foot high, amongst the soft white fine sand that surrounded it, providing a playground with regard to the lizards to be able to engage in entertainment, unnoticed.

I carried a semi older ‘Stars and Strip, ‘ magazine with me when I acquired to visit the bullets shack (where us all soldiers did our paperwork for aides and distributing of ammunition for the convoys arriving from several locations within the vicinity.

I carried of which old ‘Stars plus Strips, ‘ mag for a month, until a new one came out there, and used this to swish away from flies. We were holding all over the place in the ammo shack-we were infested with these, with their buzzing around as if we were invaders: fat and thin bellied data files; some dark some others light shads regarding dark, long plus short winged lures, biting your palms and face, and ears, behind your current neck, swarming around you, sneaking the shirt sleeves, diving into your eye like they have been small punishing missiles, trained with the Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There have been dead or declining flies, also going for walks flies on all of the three desks inside the two rooms with the shack, filling typically the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming in the direction of one’s mouth, nevertheless quite content whenever they missed, and just landed on your lips. 30-06 ammo infected everything, clinging, and climbing, and in many cases a few crawling, within their most effective gait possible, specially the big fats bellied ones, that they had try to find away but I would swat them, sadly leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I seriously attempted to simply discourage them away, but like I mentioned before-or implied, these people were already brained rinsed and ready to sacrifice their existence for the trigger.

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