Jigs in the Ammo Shack

(A Vietnam War story concerning Flies, 1971)

It was a warm afternoon in the rounds dump, in the rounds shack-consisting of two rooms, walls made out of plywood, floors or vase of long wooden boards-flat timber regarding the most component, you could see via their cracks, located crooked alongside 1 another; also typically the shack was a new smite lopsided, almost wobbly, and extremely broken. Planted on four by several beams beneath the floorboards, about a 50 percent foot high, between the soft white fine sand that surrounded it, providing a playground regarding the lizards to engage in fun, unnoticed.

I taken a semi old ‘Stars and Whitening strips, ‘ magazine with me at night when I had to see an ammo shack (where people soldiers did our own paperwork for allocations and distributing associated with ammunition towards the convoys arriving from many locations inside the location.

I carried that old ‘Stars in addition to Strips, ‘ journal for a month, until an innovative one came away, and used that to swish away from flies. These were everywhere in the bullets shack-we were infested together, with their buzzing around because if we had been invaders: fat and thin bellied data files; some dark others light shads regarding dark, long and short winged lures, biting your hands and face, plus ears, behind your own neck, swarming close to you, sneaking the shirt sleeves, snorkeling into your eyes like they have been small punishing missiles, trained from the Vietcong to annoy a person. -me, us!

There were 45 acp ammo or perishing flies, also going for walks flies on all the three desks inside the two rooms from the shack, filling typically the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming towards one’s mouth, although quite content should they missed, and merely landed on your lips. They polluted everything, clinging, and climbing, and also a few crawling, in their fastest gait possible, specifically the big fats bellied ones, they’d try to acquire away but I’d swat them, unfortunately leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I seriously tried to simply terrify them away, although like I explained before-or implied, these people were already brained washed and ready to be able to sacrifice their lives for the trigger.

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