Jigs in the Bullets Shack

(A Vietnam War story regarding Flies, 1971)

It was a sizzling afternoon inside the bullets dump, in the rounds shack-consisting of two rooms, walls manufactured out of hdf, floors or vase of long wood made boards-flat timber for the most part, you can see through their cracks, located crooked alongside one another; also typically the shack was some sort of smite lopsided, nearly wobbly, and extremely broken. Planted on four by 4 beams underneath the floorboards, about a half foot high, numerous soft white sand that surrounded it, giving a playground for the lizards in order to engage in excitement, unnoticed.

I transported a semi aged ‘Stars and Pieces, ‘ magazine with me at night when I had to visit the ammo shack (where people soldiers did our own paperwork for aides and distributing regarding ammunition for the convoys arriving from various locations within the location.

I carried of which old ‘Stars and even Strips, ‘ mag for a month, until a fresh one came out and about, and used that to swish away from flies. 45 acp bulk ammo were holding almost everywhere in the rounds shack-we were infested together, with their own buzzing around because if we had been invaders: fat in addition to thin bellied data files; some dark some others light shads associated with dark, long plus short winged jigs, biting your hands and face, and ears, behind your current neck, swarming close to you, sneaking the shirt sleeves, snorkeling into your sight as if they have been small punishing missiles, trained from the Vietcong to annoy a person. -me, us!

There have been dead or declining flies, also going for walks flies on each of the three desks in the two rooms in the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming to one’s mouth, but quite content when they missed, and simply landed on your own lips. They polluted everything, clinging, in addition to climbing, as well as several crawling, in their speediest gait possible, especially the big fats bellied ones, they’d try to obtain away but I’d swat them, however leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I really attempted to simply terrify them away, nevertheless like I explained before-or implied, they were already brained laundered and ready to sacrifice their lifestyles for the trigger.

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