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Lures in the Ammo Shack

(A Vietnam War story regarding Flies, 1971)

That was a hot afternoon inside the ammo dump, in the rounds shack-consisting of a couple of rooms, walls built out of plywood, floors or inlays of long wood made boards-flat timber intended for the most component, you can see by means of their cracks, located crooked alongside one another; also the shack was the smite lopsided, almost wobbly, and extremely broken. Planted in 10mm ammo by several beams underneath the floorboards, about a fifty percent foot high, amongst the soft white yellow sand that surrounded it, providing a playground with regard to the lizards in order to engage in fun, unnoticed.

I carried a semi aged ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ magazine with me at night when I got to see a rounds shack (where people soldiers did our paperwork for aide and distributing involving ammunition towards the convoys arriving from various locations inside the neighbourhood.

I carried that old ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ journal for a 30 days, until a fresh one came out there, and used it to swish away from flies. These people were almost everywhere in the bullets shack-we were infested using them, with their own buzzing around because if we had been invaders: fat and thin bellied files; some dark some others light shads involving dark, long and even short winged flies, biting your arms and face, and ears, behind the neck, swarming about you, sneaking the shirt sleeves, diving into your eye as though they had been small punishing missiles, trained with the Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There have been dead or declining flies, also walking flies on each of the three desks within the two rooms in the shack, filling the particular atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming toward one’s mouth, but quite content when they missed, and simply landed on your current lips. They infected everything, clinging, and climbing, and also several crawling, in their speediest gait possible, specially the big fats bellied ones, that they had try to acquire away but I would swat them, unfortunately leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I truly tried out to simply scare them away, although like I said before-or implied, these people were already brained rinsed and ready to sacrifice their lifestyles for the trigger.

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