Sat. May 28th, 2022

(A Vietnam War story concerning Flies, 1971)

It was a very hot afternoon within the ammo dump, within the ammo shack-consisting of two rooms, walls manufactured out of plywood, floors or inlays of long wooden boards-flat timber regarding the most portion, you could see through their cracks, positioned crooked alongside one particular another; also typically the shack was some sort of smite lopsided, practically wobbly, and really broken. Planted upon four by 4 beams underneath the floorboards, about a 1 / 2 foot high, amongst the soft white mud that surrounded this, giving a playground regarding the lizards in order to engage in recreation, unnoticed.

I transported a semi older ‘Stars and Strip, ‘ magazine with me at night when I experienced to go to the ammo shack (where all of us soldiers did our own paperwork for aide and distributing involving ammunition for the convoys arriving from several locations within the neighbourhood.

I carried of which old ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ magazine for a calendar month, until a new one came out there, and used it to swish away flies. They were almost everywhere in the bullets shack-we were infested using them, with their particular buzzing around as if we have been invaders: fat plus thin bellied documents; some dark some others light shads of dark, long plus short winged lures, biting your hands and face, and even ears, behind your current neck, swarming all-around you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, snorkeling into your eyes like they were small punishing missiles, trained by the Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There were dead or passing away flies, also jogging flies on all of the three desks within the two rooms in the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming towards one’s mouth, although quite content should they missed, and basically landed on your lips. 6.5 Grendel ammo infected everything, clinging, plus climbing, and even several crawling, inside their fastest gait possible, specifically the big extra fat bellied ones, that they had try to get away but I’d swat them, sadly leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I absolutely tried out to simply scare them away, although like I mentioned before-or implied, these were already brained rinsed and ready to sacrifice their existence for the cause.

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