Lures in the Bullets Shack

(A Vietnam War story regarding Flies, 1971)

That was a hot afternoon within the ammo dump, inside rounds shack-consisting of two rooms, walls made out of hdf, floors or vase of long solid wood boards-flat timber for the most portion, you might see by way of their cracks, located crooked alongside a single another; also typically the shack was the smite lopsided, nearly wobbly, and extremely broken. Planted about four by four beams underneath the floorboards, about a half foot high, between the soft white yellow sand that surrounded this, giving a playground for the lizards to engage in recreation, unnoticed.

12 ga shot taken a semi older ‘Stars and Pieces, ‘ magazine beside me when I got to go to the ammo shack (where us soldiers did our paperwork for allocations and distributing of ammunition for the convoys arriving from many locations within the location.

I carried that will old ‘Stars plus Strips, ‘ magazine for a month, until a new one came out, and used it to swish away from flies. We were holding just about everywhere in the ammo shack-we were infested with them, with their buzzing around while if we had been invaders: fat and thin bellied documents; some dark other people light shads associated with dark, long in addition to short winged flies, biting your hands and face, and even ears, behind your own neck, swarming about you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, snorkeling into your eyes like they have been small punishing missiles, trained from the Vietcong to annoy a person. -me, us!

There are dead or passing away flies, also jogging flies on each of the three desks in the two rooms of the shack, filling the particular atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming towards one’s mouth, yet quite content if they missed, and just landed on your lips. They polluted everything, clinging, and even climbing, and also a few crawling, inside their fastest gait possible, specially the big extra fat bellied ones, that they had try to obtain away but I’d swat them, however leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I absolutely tried to simply terrify them away, although like I explained before-or implied, they were already brained laundered and ready to sacrifice their life for the result in.

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