Flies in the Rounds Shack

(A Vietnam War story concerning Flies, 1971)

It was a hot afternoon inside the bullets dump, inside the bullets shack-consisting of two rooms, walls made out of plywood, floors or vase of long wooden boards-flat timber intended for the most element, you may see by way of their cracks, positioned crooked alongside one another; also typically the shack was a smite lopsided, almost wobbly, and really broken. Planted about four by four beams beneath the floorboards, about a fifty percent foot high, numerous soft white fine sand that surrounded that, providing an playground regarding the lizards to be able to engage in excitement, unnoticed.

I carried a semi old ‘Stars and Pieces, ‘ magazine beside me when I experienced to navigate to the rounds shack (where us soldiers did the paperwork for allocations and distributing of ammunition to the convoys arriving from various locations in the area.

I carried that will old ‘Stars in addition to Strips, ‘ publication for a calendar month, until a fresh one came away, and used it to swish away flies. 223 ammo in stock were all over the place in the ammo shack-we were infested using them, with their own buzzing around as if we were invaders: fat and thin bellied documents; some dark some others light shads involving dark, long and short winged jigs, biting your fingers and face, in addition to ears, behind the neck, swarming about you, sneaking the shirt sleeves, snorkeling into your eye like they have been small punishing missiles, trained by Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There are dead or declining flies, also walking flies on all of the three desks within the two rooms from the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming towards one’s mouth, although quite content when they missed, and just landed on your lips. They polluted everything, clinging, plus climbing, and even many crawling, inside their speediest gait possible, specifically the big extra fat bellied ones, they would try to get away but I had created swat them, sadly leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I really tried to simply terrify them away, although like I said before-or implied, we were holding already brained cleaned and ready to be able to sacrifice their lifestyles for the lead to.

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