Jigs in the Bullets Shack


(A Vietnam War story about Flies, 1971)

This was a very hot afternoon within the ammo dump, within the rounds shack-consisting of a couple of rooms, walls made out of plywood, floors or inlays of long wood boards-flat timber with regard to the most portion, you can see by means of their cracks, located crooked alongside one particular another; also typically the shack was some sort of smite lopsided, practically wobbly, and quite broken. Planted in four by several beams beneath the floorboards, about a 1 / 2 foot high, amongst the soft white mud that surrounded it, giving a playground regarding the lizards to engage in excitement, unnoticed.

I taken a semi aged ‘Stars and Strip, ‘ magazine beside me when I had to visit the rounds shack (where people soldiers did our own paperwork for allocations and distributing of ammunition to the convoys arriving from many locations within the neighbourhood.

I carried that old ‘Stars plus Strips, ‘ publication for a month, until a new one came out and about, and used this to swish away from flies. 12 gauge ammo were all over the place in the bullets shack-we were infested together, with their very own buzzing around while if we have been invaders: fat and thin bellied data; some dark others light shads regarding dark, long plus short winged lures, biting your fingers and face, plus ears, behind your current neck, swarming all-around you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, diving into your eyes as though they have been small punishing missiles, trained from the Vietcong to annoy a person. -me, us!

There are dead or declining flies, also going for walks flies on all the three desks inside the two rooms with the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming toward one’s mouth, although quite content when they missed, and basically landed on your current lips. They infected everything, clinging, in addition to climbing, and in many cases many crawling, in their most effective gait possible, specially the big excess fat bellied ones, they’d try to get away but I’d personally swat them, sadly leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I absolutely tried to simply discourage them away, nevertheless like I explained before-or implied, these people were already brained laundered and ready to be able to sacrifice their life for the lead to.


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