Flies in the Rounds Shack

(A Vietnam War story concerning Flies, 1971)

That was a warm afternoon in the ammo dump, inside the bullets shack-consisting of a couple of rooms, walls made out of hdf, floors or inlays of long wood made boards-flat timber regarding the most part, you might see via their cracks, positioned crooked alongside one particular another; also the shack was a new smite lopsided, practically wobbly, and quite broken. Planted upon four by several beams beneath the floorboards, about a 50 percent foot high, amongst the soft white sand that surrounded it, providing a playground intended for the lizards to engage in recreation, unnoticed.

I carried a semi aged ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ magazine beside me when I got to go to the rounds shack (where all of us soldiers did each of our paperwork for aide and distributing associated with ammunition to the convoys arriving from various locations in the area.

I carried that old ‘Stars plus Strips, ‘ mag for a calendar month, until a new one came away, and used it to swish apart flies. They were almost everywhere in the bullets shack-we were infested using them, with their own buzzing around while if we had been invaders: fat plus thin bellied files; some dark other folks light shads involving dark, long and short winged flies, biting your hands and face, plus ears, behind the neck, swarming around you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, diving into your eye as if they had been small punishing missiles, trained with the Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There were dead or dying flies, also strolling flies on each of the three desks in the two rooms with the shack, filling the particular atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming to one’s mouth, nevertheless quite content when they missed, and basically landed on your lips. 5.56 ammo contaminated everything, clinging, plus climbing, and even many crawling, inside their most effective gait possible, specifically the big fat bellied ones, they’d try to get away but I would swat them, however leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I absolutely tried out to simply discourage them away, although like I explained before-or implied, we were holding already brained washed and ready to sacrifice their lives for the result in.

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