Lures in the Bullets Shack

(A Vietnam War story regarding Flies, 1971)

It was a hot afternoon inside the rounds dump, inside the ammo shack-consisting of a couple of rooms, walls built out of particle board, floors or inlays of long wooden boards-flat timber for the most portion, you might see through their cracks, positioned crooked alongside a single another; also typically the shack was a new smite lopsided, nearly wobbly, and extremely broken. Planted in four by four beams underneath the floorboards, about a fifty percent foot high, amongst the soft white yellow sand that surrounded it, giving a playground for the lizards to engage in recreation, unnoticed.

I carried a semi older ‘Stars and Strip, ‘ magazine beside me when I had to see a rounds shack (where all of us soldiers did our paperwork for aide and distributing regarding ammunition to the convoys arriving from various locations in the neighbourhood.

5.56 ammo carried that old ‘Stars in addition to Strips, ‘ mag for a month, until a fresh one came out there, and used it to swish aside flies. These people were everywhere in the bullets shack-we were infested with them, with their particular buzzing around while if we have been invaders: fat in addition to thin bellied documents; some dark other people light shads involving dark, long and short winged jigs, biting your hands and face, plus ears, behind your neck, swarming all-around you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, snorkeling into your sight as if they had been small punishing missiles, trained by the Vietcong to annoy an individual. -me, us!

There have been dead or declining flies, also strolling flies on every one of the three desks inside the two rooms with the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming in the direction of one’s mouth, but quite content whenever they missed, and basically landed on your own lips. They contaminated everything, clinging, and even climbing, and in many cases a few crawling, in their most effective gait possible, especially the big excess fat bellied ones, they’d try to acquire away but I would swat them, unfortunately leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I truly tried out to simply scare them away, yet like I mentioned before-or implied, these were already brained laundered and ready to be able to sacrifice their lives for the lead to.

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