Lures in the Bullets Shack


(A Vietnam War story about Flies, 1971)

That was a warm afternoon in the ammo dump, inside the ammo shack-consisting of a couple of rooms, walls built out of plywood, floors or inlays of long solid wood boards-flat timber for the most part, you can see by means of their cracks, positioned crooked alongside one another; also typically the shack was some sort of smite lopsided, nearly wobbly, and really broken. Planted about four by four beams underneath the floorboards, about a fifty percent foot high, between the soft white fine sand that surrounded this, providing an playground with regard to the lizards in order to engage in excitement, unnoticed.

I taken a semi older ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ magazine with me at night when I had to visit the bullets shack (where us soldiers did each of our paperwork for allocations and distributing of ammunition for the convoys arriving from a number of locations within the neighbourhood.

45 acp bulk ammo carried of which old ‘Stars and even Strips, ‘ journal for a 30 days, until a fresh one came away, and used this to swish aside flies. These were everywhere in the bullets shack-we were infested using them, with their own buzzing around because if we were invaders: fat and even thin bellied files; some dark other people light shads regarding dark, long in addition to short winged flies, biting your fingers and face, plus ears, behind your current neck, swarming around you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, diving into your eye like they were small punishing missiles, trained by Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There have been dead or passing away flies, also walking flies on all the three desks inside the two rooms from the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming toward one’s mouth, yet quite content whenever they missed, and simply landed on your own lips. They infected everything, clinging, and climbing, as well as several crawling, inside their speediest gait possible, specifically the big extra fat bellied ones, they’d try to acquire away but I had created swat them, regrettably leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I really tried out to simply scare them away, yet like I said before-or implied, we were holding already brained cleaned and ready to be able to sacrifice their lifestyles for the result in.


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