Jigs in the Bullets Shack

(A Vietnam War story about Flies, 1971)

This was a warm afternoon within the ammo dump, in the bullets shack-consisting of a couple of rooms, walls made out of hdf, floors or inlays of long wood boards-flat timber regarding the most portion, you might see by means of their cracks, positioned crooked alongside one particular another; also the shack was some sort of smite lopsided, nearly wobbly, and really broken. Planted upon four by four beams beneath the floorboards, about a fifty percent foot high, between the soft white yellow sand that surrounded this, providing a playground with regard to the lizards to be able to engage in excitement, unnoticed.

I carried a semi aged ‘Stars and Whitening strips, ‘ magazine with me at night when I experienced to go to the rounds shack (where all of us soldiers did our own paperwork for allocations and distributing regarding ammunition for the convoys arriving from a number of locations in the neighbourhood.

I carried that will old ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ mag for a 30 days, until a fresh one came out there, and used it to swish apart flies. These people were almost everywhere in the bullets shack-we were infested using them, with their very own buzzing around since if we have been invaders: fat and thin bellied data files; some dark other people light shads regarding dark, long plus short winged lures, biting your hands and face, plus ears, behind the neck, swarming around you, sneaking the shirt sleeves, scuba diving into your eyes as if they were small punishing missiles, trained with the Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There were 5.56 ammo or perishing flies, also jogging flies on every one of the three desks within the two rooms of the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming towards one’s mouth, but quite content when they missed, and merely landed on the lips. They contaminated everything, clinging, and climbing, and even many crawling, inside their quickest gait possible, specially the big fats bellied ones, that they had try to get away but I’d swat them, sadly leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I seriously tried to simply frighten them away, but like I explained before-or implied, these people were already brained laundered and ready to be able to sacrifice their life for the result in.


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