Jigs in the Bullets Shack

(A Vietnam War story regarding Flies, 1971)

It was a hot afternoon inside the rounds dump, in the bullets shack-consisting of 2 rooms, walls produced out of plywood, floors or vase of long solid wood boards-flat timber for the most element, you may see via their cracks, positioned crooked alongside 1 another; also the shack was the smite lopsided, nearly wobbly, and very broken. Planted in four by 4 beams underneath the floorboards, about a 50 percent foot high, between the soft white yellow sand that surrounded this, giving a playground intended for the lizards to be able to engage in recreation, unnoticed.

I taken a semi aged ‘Stars and Pieces, ‘ magazine with me when I acquired to navigate to the rounds shack (where all of us soldiers did each of our paperwork for allocations and distributing associated with ammunition towards the convoys arriving from various locations within the vicinity.

I carried of which old ‘Stars plus Strips, ‘ mag for a calendar month, until a fresh one came out, and used that to swish away from flies. 6.5 Grendel ammo were almost everywhere in the bullets shack-we were infested together, with their buzzing around because if we were invaders: fat and thin bellied documents; some dark other people light shads involving dark, long plus short winged jigs, biting your hands and face, and ears, behind the neck, swarming around you, sneaking the shirt sleeves, scuba diving into your eyes as if they have been small punishing missiles, trained with the Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There have been dead or dying flies, also walking flies on all the three desks within the two rooms in the shack, filling typically the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming to one’s mouth, nevertheless quite content should they missed, and simply landed on your lips. They infected everything, clinging, and climbing, as well as several crawling, in their speediest gait possible, specifically the big fats bellied ones, they would try to get away but I had created swat them, regrettably leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I seriously attempted to simply frighten them away, although like I said before-or implied, they were already brained washed and ready to be able to sacrifice their existence for the lead to.

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