Flies in the Bullets Shack

(A Vietnam War story regarding Flies, 1971)

This was a very hot afternoon within the rounds dump, in the rounds shack-consisting of 2 rooms, walls made out of particle board, floors or inlays of long wood boards-flat timber with regard to the most part, you might see by way of their cracks, located crooked alongside a single another; also typically the shack was the smite lopsided, nearly wobbly, and quite broken. Planted on four by 4 beams beneath the floorboards, about a 1 / 2 foot high, amongst the soft white sand that surrounded this, giving a playground for the lizards in order to engage in entertainment, unnoticed.

I transported a semi aged ‘Stars and Whitening strips, ‘ magazine beside me when I had to navigate to the ammo shack (where us soldiers did our paperwork for allocations and distributing involving ammunition for the convoys arriving from many locations within the area.

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

There were 450 bushmaster ammo or dying flies, also strolling flies on all of the three desks inside the two rooms in the shack, filling typically the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming to one’s mouth, but quite content whenever they missed, and simply landed on the lips. They contaminated everything, clinging, plus climbing, as well as many crawling, in their quickest gait possible, especially the big excess fat bellied ones, that they had try to find away but I’d personally swat them, unfortunately leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I truly attempted to simply scare them away, yet like I said before-or implied, they were already brained cleaned and ready to be able to sacrifice their lives for the lead to.

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