Jigs in the Bullets Shack

(A Vietnam War story about Flies, 1971)

This was a very hot afternoon inside the bullets dump, within the ammo shack-consisting of 2 rooms, walls produced out of plywood, floors or inlays of long wood made boards-flat timber intended for the most portion, you could see through their cracks, positioned crooked alongside one another; also typically the shack was the smite lopsided, almost wobbly, and really broken. Planted on four by four beams underneath the floorboards, about a 1 / 2 foot high, amongst the soft white yellow sand that surrounded that, providing an playground regarding the lizards to engage in excitement, unnoticed.

I transported a semi outdated ‘Stars and Strip, ‘ magazine with me when I got to go to the bullets shack (where us soldiers did our own paperwork for aides and distributing associated with ammunition for the convoys arriving from a number of locations within the location.

5.56 ammo carried of which old ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ publication for a 30 days, until a brand-new one came away, and used this to swish aside flies. These people were everywhere in the ammo shack-we were infested with them, with their buzzing around while if we had been invaders: fat and even thin bellied documents; some dark other folks light shads involving dark, long and short winged jigs, biting your fingers and face, and ears, behind your neck, swarming around you, sneaking the shirt sleeves, diving into your eye like they had been small punishing missiles, trained from the Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There were dead or dying flies, also strolling flies on all the three desks inside the two rooms in the shack, filling typically the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming to one’s mouth, yet quite content if they missed, and basically landed on the lips. They polluted everything, clinging, and even climbing, and in many cases several crawling, within their speediest gait possible, especially the big fats bellied ones, that they had try to find away but I would swat them, unfortunately leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I seriously attempted to simply discourage them away, nevertheless like I stated before-or implied, these people were already brained rinsed and ready in order to sacrifice their lives for the lead to.

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