Jigs in the Ammo Shack

(A Vietnam War story about Flies, 1971)

That was a hot afternoon in the bullets dump, within the bullets shack-consisting of 2 rooms, walls made out of plywood, floors or vase of long solid wood boards-flat timber with regard to the most portion, you may see by means of their cracks, positioned crooked alongside a single another; also the shack was a smite lopsided, almost wobbly, and very broken. Planted in 30-06 ammo by several beams beneath the floorboards, about a 50 percent foot high, between the soft white mud that surrounded it, providing a playground with regard to the lizards to engage in entertainment, unnoticed.

I taken a semi aged ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ magazine with me at night when I had to go to the ammo shack (where people soldiers did the paperwork for aides and distributing of ammunition to the convoys arriving from many locations inside the area.

I carried that old ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ mag for a calendar month, until an innovative one came out and about, and used this to swish aside flies. We were holding everywhere in the bullets shack-we were infested together, with their particular buzzing around because if we were invaders: fat in addition to thin bellied data files; some dark other folks light shads regarding dark, long and even short winged lures, biting your arms and face, and ears, behind the neck, swarming around you, sneaking the shirt sleeves, snorkeling into your eye like they were small punishing missiles, trained by the Vietcong to annoy an individual. -me, us!

There are dead or declining flies, also walking flies on all the three desks inside the two rooms from the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming towards one’s mouth, although quite content should they missed, and basically landed on the lips. They contaminated everything, clinging, and climbing, as well as a few crawling, within their fastest gait possible, especially the big extra fat bellied ones, they’d try to find away but I’d personally swat them, sadly leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I really tried out to simply discourage them away, nevertheless like I explained before-or implied, these people were already brained cleaned and ready in order to sacrifice their lives for the cause.

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