Lures in the Ammo Shack

(A Vietnam War story regarding Flies, 1971)

This was a very hot afternoon in the rounds dump, inside the rounds shack-consisting of a couple of rooms, walls manufactured out of particle board, floors or inlays of long wood made boards-flat timber intended for the most part, you may see through their cracks, put crooked alongside one particular another; also the particular shack was the smite lopsided, practically wobbly, and extremely broken. Planted in four by several beams underneath the floorboards, about a fifty percent foot high, amongst the soft white fine sand that surrounded this, providing an playground with regard to the lizards to be able to engage in excitement, unnoticed.

I carried a semi old ‘Stars and Strip, ‘ magazine with me when I acquired to visit the ammo shack (where us soldiers did each of our paperwork for aide and distributing regarding ammunition for the convoys arriving from many locations in the neighbourhood.

I carried that will old ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ magazine for a 30 days, until a brand-new one came out there, and used that to swish aside flies. They were just about everywhere in the rounds shack-we were infested using them, with their particular buzzing around because if we have been invaders: fat in addition to thin bellied data; some dark others light shads regarding dark, long and even short winged lures, biting your fingers and face, plus ears, behind the neck, swarming about you, sneaking the shirt sleeves, scuba diving into your eye like they were small punishing missiles, trained with the Vietcong to annoy an individual. -me, us!

There are dead or dying flies, also walking flies on every one of the three desks within the two rooms in the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming toward one’s mouth, yet quite content when they missed, and just landed on your lips. 5.56 ammo in stock polluted everything, clinging, plus climbing, and in many cases many crawling, within their quickest gait possible, specifically the big fats bellied ones, they would try to acquire away but I would swat them, sadly leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I truly attempted to simply discourage them away, although like I mentioned before-or implied, they were already brained washed and ready to sacrifice their existence for the cause.

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