Jigs in the Ammo Shack

(A Vietnam War story about Flies, 1971)

This was a warm afternoon inside the ammo dump, within the ammo shack-consisting of 2 rooms, walls manufactured out of plywood, floors or vase of long wood made boards-flat timber with regard to the most element, you might see by means of their cracks, put crooked alongside 1 another; also typically the shack was the smite lopsided, almost wobbly, and very broken. Planted about four by four beams underneath the floorboards, about a fifty percent foot high, amongst the soft white fine sand that surrounded that, providing a playground for the lizards in order to engage in entertainment, unnoticed.

I carried a semi aged ‘Stars and Strip, ‘ magazine with me at night when I acquired to visit the rounds shack (where us soldiers did our paperwork for aide and distributing of ammunition to the convoys arriving from several locations inside the area.

I carried that old ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ mag for a calendar month, until a fresh one came out there, and used that to swish away flies. These were almost everywhere in the bullets shack-we were infested with them, with their own buzzing around because if we were invaders: fat in addition to thin bellied data; some dark some others light shads regarding dark, long and even short winged lures, biting your hands and face, and ears, behind your own neck, swarming about you, sneaking the shirt sleeves, scuba diving into your eyes like they were small punishing missiles, trained with the Vietcong to annoy an individual. -me, us!

There were dead or declining flies, also strolling flies on every one of the three desks within the two rooms in the shack, filling the particular atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming to one’s mouth, although quite content if they missed, and simply landed on your lips. 12 ga shot polluted everything, clinging, plus climbing, as well as some crawling, in their fastest gait possible, specifically the big fats bellied ones, that they had try to get away but I’d personally swat them, sadly leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I seriously tried to simply frighten them away, nevertheless like I stated before-or implied, we were holding already brained cleaned and ready to sacrifice their lifestyles for the lead to.

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