Jigs in the Ammo Shack

(A Vietnam War story concerning Flies, 1971)

This was a warm afternoon in the rounds dump, inside rounds shack-consisting of two rooms, walls built out of plywood, floors or vase of long wood made boards-flat timber regarding the most part, you may see via their cracks, located crooked alongside a single another; also the particular shack was the smite lopsided, nearly wobbly, and extremely broken. Planted in four by several beams underneath the floorboards, about a 1 / 2 foot high, between the soft white mud that surrounded this, providing a playground with regard to the lizards to be able to engage in recreation, unnoticed.

12 gauge ammo taken a semi old ‘Stars and Whitening strips, ‘ magazine with me when I experienced to navigate to the bullets shack (where us all soldiers did the paperwork for aides and distributing regarding ammunition towards the convoys arriving from various locations inside the location.

I carried that old ‘Stars and even Strips, ‘ mag for a calendar month, until a new one came out there, and used it to swish aside flies. These were all over the place in the bullets shack-we were infested with them, with their particular buzzing around while if we had been invaders: fat plus thin bellied data files; some dark other people light shads involving dark, long plus short winged jigs, biting your arms and face, and even ears, behind your own neck, swarming close to you, sneaking the shirt sleeves, diving into your eyes as if they have been small punishing missiles, trained from the Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There were dead or passing away flies, also jogging flies on every one of the three desks in the two rooms of the shack, filling typically the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming towards one’s mouth, although quite content if they missed, and simply landed on your own lips. They infected everything, clinging, and climbing, and even a few crawling, in their fastest gait possible, specifically the big excess fat bellied ones, they would try to get away but I would swat them, sadly leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I really tried out to simply frighten them away, nevertheless like I said before-or implied, we were holding already brained laundered and ready to sacrifice their lifestyles for the lead to.

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