Jigs in the Ammo Shack


( 45 acp bulk ammo regarding Flies, 1971)

This was a sizzling afternoon in the bullets dump, within the ammo shack-consisting of 2 rooms, walls made out of particle board, floors or vase of long solid wood boards-flat timber with regard to the most part, you can see by means of their cracks, placed crooked alongside one another; also typically the shack was the smite lopsided, nearly wobbly, and really broken. Planted upon four by several beams underneath the floorboards, about a fifty percent foot high, between the soft white sand that surrounded that, providing a playground for the lizards to engage in excitement, unnoticed.

I carried a semi older ‘Stars and Strip, ‘ magazine with me at night when I had to navigate to the rounds shack (where people soldiers did our own paperwork for allocations and distributing involving ammunition towards the convoys arriving from several locations within the location.

I carried of which old ‘Stars in addition to Strips, ‘ mag for a month, until a new one came out and about, and used it to swish away flies. We were holding everywhere in the ammo shack-we were infested with these, with their own buzzing around while if we had been invaders: fat and even thin bellied data; some dark some others light shads associated with dark, long and even short winged flies, biting your palms and face, in addition to ears, behind the neck, swarming all-around you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, scuba diving into your sight like they have been small punishing missiles, trained from the Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There were dead or perishing flies, also walking flies on all the three desks in the two rooms of the shack, filling typically the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming in the direction of one’s mouth, but quite content when they missed, and merely landed on your own lips. They polluted everything, clinging, plus climbing, as well as some crawling, in their speediest gait possible, specifically the big fats bellied ones, they’d try to obtain away but I would swat them, unfortunately leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I really tried to simply terrify them away, but like I said before-or implied, these were already brained washed and ready in order to sacrifice their lifestyles for the lead to.


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