Fri. May 27th, 2022

(A Vietnam War story concerning Flies, 1971)

That was a warm afternoon in the bullets dump, inside the ammo shack-consisting of two rooms, walls produced out of plywood, floors or vase of long wooden boards-flat timber regarding the most component, you may see by means of their cracks, positioned crooked alongside one particular another; also typically the shack was a new smite lopsided, nearly wobbly, and quite broken. Planted on four by 4 beams underneath the floorboards, about a half foot high, amongst the soft white yellow sand that surrounded it, providing an playground intended for the lizards to engage in recreation, unnoticed.

I carried a semi old ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ magazine with me when I acquired to visit the rounds shack (where all of us soldiers did the paperwork for aides and distributing associated with ammunition for the convoys arriving from many locations inside the location.

I carried of which old ‘Stars plus Strips, ‘ magazine for a month, until an innovative one came out there, and used this to swish away flies. These were everywhere in the bullets shack-we were infested using them, with their buzzing around as if we have been invaders: fat and even thin bellied data; some dark some others light shads of dark, long in addition to short winged lures, biting your palms and face, plus ears, behind the neck, swarming about you, sneaking the shirt sleeves, diving into your eye as if they were small punishing missiles, trained with the Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There was 223 ammo in stock or passing away flies, also jogging flies on each of the three desks within the two rooms from the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming towards one’s mouth, nevertheless quite content when they missed, and just landed on your own lips. They contaminated everything, clinging, and even climbing, and in many cases some crawling, in their most effective gait possible, especially the big excess fat bellied ones, they would try to find away but I would swat them, sadly leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I seriously tried to simply discourage them away, but like I explained before-or implied, they were already brained rinsed and ready in order to sacrifice their existence for the result in.

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