Lures in the Bullets Shack

(A Vietnam War story about Flies, 1971)

This was a very hot afternoon inside the ammo dump, inside the rounds shack-consisting of two rooms, walls produced out of particle board, floors or vase of long wood made boards-flat timber for the most portion, you might see through their cracks, placed crooked alongside a single another; also the shack was some sort of smite lopsided, practically wobbly, and quite broken. Planted in four by four beams underneath the floorboards, about a 50 percent foot high, numerous soft white fine sand that surrounded it, providing a playground with regard to the lizards to engage in recreation, unnoticed.

I transported a semi older ‘Stars and Pieces, ‘ magazine with me when I experienced to navigate to the rounds shack (where people soldiers did each of our paperwork for allocations and distributing involving ammunition to the convoys arriving from many locations in the area.

I carried that old ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ publication for a 30 days, until a fresh one came out and about, and used that to swish away from flies. These were almost everywhere in the bullets shack-we were infested with them, with their particular buzzing around as if we have been invaders: fat and even thin bellied files; some dark other folks light shads associated with dark, long plus short winged flies, biting your arms and face, and ears, behind your current neck, swarming about you, sneaking the shirt sleeves, scuba diving into your sight as though they were small punishing missiles, trained by the Vietcong to annoy a person. -me, us!

There have been 12 ga shot or declining flies, also jogging flies on all of the three desks within the two rooms in the shack, filling the particular atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming in the direction of one’s mouth, nevertheless quite content when they missed, and basically landed on your lips. They polluted everything, clinging, and climbing, and in many cases some crawling, inside their quickest gait possible, specially the big extra fat bellied ones, they’d try to find away but I would swat them, sadly leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I truly attempted to simply frighten them away, although like I mentioned before-or implied, these people were already brained washed and ready in order to sacrifice their lives for the result in.

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