(A Vietnam War story about Flies, 1971)

This was a hot afternoon in the rounds dump, within the ammo shack-consisting of 2 rooms, walls built out of hdf, floors or inlays of long solid wood boards-flat timber intended for the most element, you might see through their cracks, put crooked alongside 1 another; also typically the shack was some sort of smite lopsided, almost wobbly, and very broken. Planted upon 10mm ammo by several beams beneath the floorboards, about a half foot high, between the soft white sand that surrounded this, providing a playground for the lizards to be able to engage in fun, unnoticed.

I transported a semi old ‘Stars and Pieces, ‘ magazine with me when I got to navigate to the rounds shack (where us soldiers did each of our paperwork for aides and distributing involving ammunition for the convoys arriving from various locations in the vicinity.

I carried that will old ‘Stars plus Strips, ‘ magazine for a month, until a brand-new one came away, and used it to swish apart flies. They were almost everywhere in the ammo shack-we were infested together, with their own buzzing around since if we were invaders: fat and thin bellied documents; some dark others light shads associated with dark, long plus short winged flies, biting your palms and face, and even ears, behind your neck, swarming close to you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, diving into your eyes as if they have been small punishing missiles, trained by the Vietcong to annoy a person. -me, us!

There have been dead or perishing flies, also going for walks flies on all of the three desks inside the two rooms from the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming toward one’s mouth, nevertheless quite content if they missed, and simply landed on your lips. They infected everything, clinging, and even climbing, and in many cases a few crawling, within their most effective gait possible, specifically the big fats bellied ones, they would try to acquire away but I’d personally swat them, unfortunately leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I seriously tried out to simply scare them away, yet like I explained before-or implied, these were already brained laundered and ready in order to sacrifice their lifestyles for the result in.