Jigs in the Ammo Shack

(A Vietnam War story concerning Flies, 1971)

It was a very hot afternoon in the rounds dump, in the ammo shack-consisting of a couple of rooms, walls manufactured out of plywood, floors or vase of long wood boards-flat timber intended for the most part, you might see by means of their cracks, located crooked alongside 1 another; also the particular shack was the smite lopsided, nearly wobbly, and extremely broken. Planted on four by several beams beneath the floorboards, about a half foot high, amongst the soft white yellow sand that surrounded it, giving a playground regarding the lizards in order to engage in recreation, unnoticed.

I transported a semi old ‘Stars and Pieces, ‘ magazine with me at night when I acquired to navigate to the ammo shack (where us soldiers did the paperwork for allocations and distributing of ammunition for the convoys arriving from various locations inside the area.

I carried of which old ‘Stars plus Strips, ‘ mag for a month, until a brand-new one came out there, and used this to swish aside flies. We were holding everywhere in the bullets shack-we were infested using them, with their particular buzzing around because if we had been invaders: fat and even thin bellied data files; some dark others light shads of dark, long and even short winged lures, biting your arms and face, plus ears, behind the neck, swarming about you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, snorkeling into your eye as if they have been small punishing missiles, trained by the Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There have been 10mm ammo for sale or perishing flies, also walking flies on all of the three desks in the two rooms of the shack, filling typically the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming to one’s mouth, yet quite content whenever they missed, and just landed on your current lips. They contaminated everything, clinging, in addition to climbing, and even several crawling, in their speediest gait possible, especially the big excess fat bellied ones, that they had try to get away but I’d personally swat them, however leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I seriously tried to simply discourage them away, but like I said before-or implied, we were holding already brained washed and ready to be able to sacrifice their lifestyles for the result in.

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