Jigs in the Bullets Shack

(A Vietnam War story about Flies, 1971)

That was a sizzling afternoon inside the rounds dump, in the 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 can see by way of their cracks, positioned crooked alongside 1 another; also the shack was the smite lopsided, nearly wobbly, and very broken. Planted upon four by several beams beneath the floorboards, about a 50 percent foot high, numerous soft white mud that surrounded this, giving a playground with regard to the lizards to be able to engage in recreation, unnoticed.

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

I carried of which old ‘Stars plus Strips, ‘ mag for a calendar month, until a fresh one came out, and used that to swish apart flies. We were holding just about everywhere in the rounds shack-we were infested with them, with their buzzing around while if we have been invaders: fat and even thin bellied files; some dark other folks light shads of dark, long and short winged flies, biting your fingers and face, plus ears, behind your neck, swarming around you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, scuba diving into your eyes like they had been small punishing missiles, trained from the Vietcong to annoy a person. -me, us!

There was 6.5 Grendel ammo or dying flies, also walking flies on all the three desks within the two rooms of the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming toward one’s mouth, yet quite content if they missed, and merely landed on your lips. They polluted everything, clinging, in addition to climbing, and also some crawling, within their quickest gait possible, specifically the big fat bellied ones, they would try to obtain away but I’d swat them, unfortunately leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I absolutely tried to simply terrify them away, yet like I stated before-or implied, these were already brained rinsed and ready to be able to sacrifice their existence for the cause.

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