Flies in the Bullets Shack

(A Vietnam War story concerning Flies, 1971)

It was a very hot afternoon inside the ammo dump, in the bullets shack-consisting of 2 rooms, walls made out of hdf, floors or inlays of long solid wood boards-flat timber with regard to the most part, you might see via their cracks, placed crooked alongside one particular another; also typically the shack was a new smite lopsided, almost wobbly, and extremely broken. Planted about four by four beams underneath the floorboards, about a 50 percent foot high, between the soft white fine sand that surrounded it, providing an playground for the lizards to engage in entertainment, unnoticed.

I transported a semi aged ‘Stars and Whitening strips, ‘ magazine beside me when I got to navigate to the bullets shack (where us all soldiers did the paperwork for aide and distributing associated with ammunition to the convoys arriving from a number of locations in the vicinity.

308 amo carried of which old ‘Stars and even Strips, ‘ mag for a calendar month, until a fresh one came out, and used that to swish apart flies. These people were everywhere in the ammo shack-we were infested together, with their buzzing around as if we had been invaders: fat and even thin bellied files; some dark other people light shads associated with dark, long and even short winged lures, biting your palms and face, plus ears, behind the neck, swarming about you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, snorkeling into your eye like they have been small punishing missiles, trained from the Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There was dead or perishing flies, also going for walks flies on each of the three desks within the two rooms from the shack, filling typically the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming towards one’s mouth, nevertheless quite content when they missed, and just landed on your own lips. They polluted everything, clinging, and climbing, and in many cases a few crawling, in their speediest gait possible, especially the big extra fat bellied ones, they’d try to find away but I had created swat them, however leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I really tried out to simply discourage them away, nevertheless like I stated before-or implied, they were already brained laundered and ready to be able to sacrifice their lives for the cause.

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