Flies in the Ammo Shack

(A Vietnam War story about Flies, 1971)

That was a hot afternoon inside the bullets dump, in the rounds shack-consisting of a couple of rooms, walls made out of particle board, floors or vase of long wooden boards-flat timber regarding the most part, you could see by way of their cracks, located crooked alongside a single another; also the particular shack was some sort of smite lopsided, practically wobbly, and very broken. Planted in four by four beams beneath the floorboards, about a half foot high, between the soft white sand that surrounded it, providing a playground for the lizards to be able to engage in fun, unnoticed.

I transported a semi aged ‘Stars and Whitening strips, ‘ magazine with me when I got to navigate to the rounds shack (where all of us soldiers did our own paperwork for allocations and distributing involving ammunition towards the convoys arriving from several locations within the location.

I carried that will old ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ mag for a month, until a fresh one came out, and used it to swish apart flies. 6.5 Grendel ammo were everywhere in the rounds shack-we were infested together, with their buzzing around since if we were invaders: fat in addition to thin bellied files; some dark other folks light shads of dark, long and even short winged flies, biting your fingers and face, in addition to ears, behind your current neck, swarming around you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, diving into your eyes as though they were small punishing missiles, trained by Vietcong to annoy a person. -me, us!

There are dead or perishing flies, also going for walks flies on all of the three desks within the two rooms from the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming in the direction of one’s mouth, nevertheless quite content should they missed, and just landed on your lips. They infected everything, clinging, and even climbing, as well as some crawling, within their fastest gait possible, specially the big excess fat bellied ones, they’d try to find away but I would swat them, however leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I seriously attempted to simply scare them away, yet like I explained before-or implied, we were holding already brained washed and ready to sacrifice their life for the cause.

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