Jigs in the Bullets Shack

(A Vietnam War story about Flies, 1971)

This was a sizzling afternoon in the ammo dump, within the bullets shack-consisting of 2 rooms, walls produced out of particle board, floors or inlays of long solid wood boards-flat timber intended for the most element, you might see via their cracks, positioned crooked alongside one particular another; also typically the shack was a new smite lopsided, practically wobbly, and really broken. Planted on four by four beams beneath the floorboards, about a half foot high, amongst the soft white yellow sand that surrounded this, providing an playground intended for the lizards to engage in entertainment, unnoticed.

223 ammo in stock transported a semi old ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ magazine with me at night when I got to see an ammo shack (where people soldiers did each of our paperwork for aides and distributing associated with ammunition towards the convoys arriving from many locations within the area.

I carried that will old ‘Stars plus Strips, ‘ publication for a 30 days, until a fresh one came out and about, and used this to swish apart flies. These were almost everywhere in the ammo shack-we were infested with these, with their very own buzzing around while if we were invaders: fat and even thin bellied data files; some dark other people light shads of dark, long and even short winged lures, biting your arms and face, and ears, behind the neck, swarming about you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, diving into your eyes like they had been small punishing missiles, trained by Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There are dead or perishing flies, also going for walks flies on every one of the three desks inside the two rooms in the shack, filling the particular atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming in the direction of one’s mouth, although quite content should they missed, and basically landed on the lips. They infected everything, clinging, and even climbing, and also several crawling, in their fastest gait possible, specially the big extra fat bellied ones, they would try to acquire away but I’d personally swat them, regrettably leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I truly tried to simply discourage them away, but like I said before-or implied, we were holding already brained cleaned and ready to sacrifice their existence for the cause.