Jigs in the Ammo Shack

(A Vietnam War story concerning Flies, 1971)

That was a warm afternoon in the ammo dump, in the bullets shack-consisting of two rooms, walls made out of particle board, floors or vase of long wood made boards-flat timber with regard to the most element, you can see by way of their cracks, positioned crooked alongside 1 another; also the particular shack was a new smite lopsided, practically wobbly, and really broken. Planted on four by four beams beneath the floorboards, about a half foot high, amongst the soft white sand that surrounded this, providing an playground with regard to the lizards to engage in fun, unnoticed.

I taken a semi older ‘Stars and Strip, ‘ magazine with me at night when I got to see a bullets shack (where us soldiers did our paperwork for aides and distributing regarding ammunition to the convoys arriving from many locations in the area.

I carried that will old ‘Stars plus Strips, ‘ magazine for a 30 days, until a fresh one came away, and used that to swish away from flies. These people were just about everywhere in the bullets shack-we were infested using them, with their particular buzzing around because if we were invaders: fat and thin bellied data; some dark some others light shads regarding dark, long plus short winged jigs, biting your palms and face, in addition to ears, behind your own neck, swarming close to you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, diving into your eyes like they were small punishing missiles, trained by Vietcong to annoy a person. -me, us!

There were dead or perishing flies, also walking flies on all the three desks inside the two rooms with the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming towards one’s mouth, but quite content when they missed, and basically landed on your own lips. 308 amo contaminated everything, clinging, and even climbing, and even several crawling, within their speediest gait possible, specifically the big fats bellied ones, they would try to acquire away but I’d personally swat them, sadly leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I seriously attempted to simply frighten them away, nevertheless like I explained before-or implied, these were already brained washed and ready in order to sacrifice their lives for the result in.