Jigs in the Ammo Shack

(A Vietnam War story regarding Flies, 1971)

That was a very hot afternoon in the rounds dump, in the ammo shack-consisting of a couple of rooms, walls manufactured out of plywood, floors or vase of long solid wood boards-flat timber intended for the most element, you could see through their cracks, positioned crooked alongside a single another; also the shack was the smite lopsided, nearly wobbly, and extremely broken. Planted about four by four beams beneath the floorboards, about a fifty percent foot high, amongst the soft white fine sand that surrounded that, giving a playground with regard to the lizards in order to engage in entertainment, unnoticed.

I carried a semi aged ‘Stars and Strip, ‘ magazine with me at night when I experienced to see a rounds shack (where us soldiers did the paperwork for aides and distributing involving ammunition to the convoys arriving from various locations in the area.

I carried that old ‘Stars plus Strips, ‘ journal for a month, until an innovative one came out there, and used it to swish aside flies. We were holding everywhere in the rounds shack-we were infested with these, with their own buzzing around because if we had been invaders: fat plus thin bellied data files; some dark some others light shads involving dark, long and even short winged lures, biting your arms and face, and ears, behind your current neck, swarming around you, sneaking the shirt sleeves, scuba diving into your sight like they have been small punishing missiles, trained with the Vietcong to annoy an individual. -me, us!

There are dead or perishing flies, also going for walks flies on each of the three desks in the two rooms with the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming to one’s mouth, although quite content if they missed, and simply landed on your own lips. 5.56 ammo contaminated everything, clinging, and even climbing, and in many cases some crawling, inside their speediest gait possible, especially the big fats bellied ones, they’d try to acquire away but I had created swat them, regrettably leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I really attempted to simply frighten them away, although like I explained before-or implied, they were already brained cleaned and ready to sacrifice their existence for the lead to.

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