Flies in the Ammo Shack

(A Vietnam War story about Flies, 1971)

This was a very hot afternoon in the bullets dump, in the bullets shack-consisting of two rooms, walls made out of hdf, floors or vase of long wood boards-flat timber for the most component, you might see through their cracks, located crooked alongside a single another; also typically the shack was a new smite lopsided, nearly wobbly, and extremely broken. Planted about four by several beams beneath the floorboards, about a half foot high, between the soft white yellow sand that surrounded this, providing a playground for the lizards to engage in recreation, unnoticed.

I carried a semi aged ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ magazine with me when I got to visit the ammo shack (where us all soldiers did our paperwork for aides and distributing regarding ammunition for the convoys arriving from several locations inside the area.

I carried of which old ‘Stars plus Strips, ‘ journal for a calendar month, until a brand-new one came away, and used that to swish away from flies. 6.5 Grendel ammo were holding almost everywhere in the bullets shack-we were infested together, with their buzzing around while if we were invaders: fat plus thin bellied data files; some dark some others light shads regarding dark, long and even short winged flies, biting your arms and face, in addition to ears, behind your neck, swarming close to you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, scuba diving into your eye like they have been small punishing missiles, trained by Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There are dead or perishing flies, also strolling flies on each of the three desks in the two rooms from the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming towards one’s mouth, yet quite content if they missed, and simply landed on the lips. They polluted everything, clinging, plus climbing, as well as a few crawling, in their fastest gait possible, specially the big fats bellied ones, they would try to acquire away but I would swat them, unfortunately leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I absolutely tried to simply frighten them away, nevertheless like I stated before-or implied, they were already brained laundered and ready to be able to sacrifice their life for the result in.

(A Vietnam War story about Flies, 1971) This was a very hot afternoon in the bullets dump, in the bullets shack-consisting of two rooms, walls made out of hdf, floors or vase of long wood boards-flat timber for the most component, you might see through their cracks, located crooked alongside a single another; also typically…

(A Vietnam War story about Flies, 1971) This was a very hot afternoon in the bullets dump, in the bullets shack-consisting of two rooms, walls made out of hdf, floors or vase of long wood boards-flat timber for the most component, you might see through their cracks, located crooked alongside a single another; also typically…

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