November 29, 2022

(A Vietnam War story regarding Flies, 1971)

It was a hot afternoon inside the ammo dump, inside bullets shack-consisting of a couple of rooms, walls manufactured out of plywood, floors or inlays of long wood made boards-flat timber for the most part, you may see by way of their cracks, put crooked alongside one another; also the shack was a smite lopsided, almost wobbly, and really broken. Planted upon four by several beams beneath the floorboards, about a half foot high, amongst the soft white fine sand that surrounded that, providing a playground with regard to the lizards to be able to engage in recreation, unnoticed.

I carried a semi aged ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ magazine beside me when I experienced to navigate to the ammo shack (where people soldiers did our paperwork for aides and distributing regarding ammunition towards the convoys arriving from many locations in the vicinity.

I carried that will old ‘Stars plus Strips, ‘ publication for a calendar month, until a fresh one came out, and used it to swish away from flies. These were just about everywhere in the ammo shack-we were infested with these, with their buzzing around since if we had been invaders: fat and thin bellied documents; some dark others light shads associated with dark, long and short winged lures, biting your fingers and face, and even ears, behind your neck, swarming close to you, sneaking the shirt sleeves, snorkeling into your eye as though they have been small punishing missiles, trained from the Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There are dead or declining flies, also jogging flies on all of the three desks within the two rooms in the shack, filling typically the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming toward one’s mouth, but quite content whenever they missed, and simply landed on your lips. 223 ammo in stock infected everything, clinging, and even climbing, and also some crawling, inside their quickest gait possible, especially the big excess fat bellied ones, they would try to acquire away but I would swat them, unfortunately leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I absolutely attempted to simply frighten them away, although like I stated before-or implied, they were already brained washed and ready to sacrifice their lifestyles for the cause.

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