Sat. Sep 24th, 2022

(A Vietnam War story about Flies, 1971)

It was a warm afternoon inside the ammo dump, within the ammo shack-consisting of 2 rooms, walls made out of plywood, floors or inlays of long solid wood boards-flat timber intended for the most portion, you may see via their cracks, placed crooked alongside 1 another; also the shack was a smite lopsided, practically wobbly, and really broken. Planted about four by four beams beneath the floorboards, about a 50 percent foot high, numerous soft white sand that surrounded it, providing a playground intended for the lizards to be able to engage in recreation, unnoticed.

I transported a semi old ‘Stars and Whitening strips, ‘ magazine with me when I experienced to visit the bullets shack (where us soldiers did our paperwork for allocations and distributing involving ammunition for the convoys arriving from many locations inside the neighbourhood.

I carried of which old ‘Stars in addition to Strips, ‘ publication for a calendar month, until a brand-new one came out and about, and used that to swish away from flies. These people were just about everywhere in the bullets shack-we were infested with them, with their own buzzing around because if we were invaders: fat and even thin bellied documents; some dark others light shads associated with dark, long and short winged lures, biting your fingers and face, plus ears, behind your own neck, swarming close to you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, scuba diving into your eyes as if they had been small punishing missiles, trained with the Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There have been dead or dying flies, also strolling flies on all of the three desks within the two rooms of the shack, filling the particular atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming in the direction of one’s mouth, although quite content should they missed, and merely landed on the lips. 223 ammo in stock contaminated everything, clinging, in addition to climbing, as well as a few crawling, in their most effective gait possible, specifically the big extra fat bellied ones, they’d try to find away but I had created swat them, however leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I seriously tried out to simply scare them away, but like I explained before-or implied, these were already brained washed and ready to sacrifice their life for the result in.

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