Flies in the Ammo Shack

(A Vietnam War story regarding Flies, 1971)

This was a very hot afternoon in the rounds dump, within the ammo shack-consisting of two rooms, walls built out of particle board, floors or inlays of long wood made boards-flat timber for the most portion, you may see by means of their cracks, placed crooked alongside one particular another; also the particular shack was a new smite lopsided, nearly wobbly, and really broken. Planted in four by four beams underneath the floorboards, about a 50 percent foot high, numerous soft white yellow sand that surrounded that, providing an playground regarding the lizards to engage in entertainment, unnoticed.

I transported a semi outdated ‘Stars and Pieces, ‘ magazine with me when I acquired to see a rounds shack (where all of us soldiers did our paperwork for allocations and distributing regarding ammunition towards the convoys arriving from a number of locations inside the neighbourhood.

308 amo carried that will old ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ publication for a calendar month, until a fresh one came out there, and used it to swish away from flies. These were all over the place in the rounds shack-we were infested with them, with their very own buzzing around as if we have been invaders: fat and thin bellied data; some dark other people light shads of dark, long and short winged flies, biting your arms and face, plus ears, behind the neck, swarming around you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, snorkeling into your eye as though they were small punishing missiles, trained by Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There was dead or declining flies, also strolling flies on each of the three desks inside the two rooms in the shack, filling the particular atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming in the direction of one’s mouth, yet quite content when they missed, and simply landed on the lips. They infected everything, clinging, and climbing, and in many cases some crawling, in their fastest gait possible, specially the big excess fat bellied ones, that they had try to get away but I’d personally swat them, regrettably leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I really attempted to simply frighten them away, nevertheless like I explained before-or implied, these people were already brained cleaned and ready to sacrifice their existence for the trigger.

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