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Flies in the Ammo Shack

(A Vietnam War anecdote about Flies, 1971)

It was a blistering evening in the ammunition dump, inside the ammunition shack-comprising of two rooms, dividers made from compressed wood, floors or decorates of long wooden sheets level lumber generally, you could see through their breaks, put abnormal close by each other; likewise the shack was a destroy disproportionate, practically flimsy, and extremely broken. Planted on four by four pillars under the wood planks, about a half foot high, among the delicate white sand that encompassed it, giving a jungle gym for the reptiles to take part in amusement, unseen.

I conveyed a semi old ‘Stars and Strips,’ magazine with me when I needed to go to the ammunition shack (where us fighters did our desk work for allotments and dispersing of ammo to the escorts showing up from a few areas inside the area.

I conveyed that old ‘Stars and Strips,’ magazine for a month, until another one came out, and utilized it to wash away flies. They were wherever in the ammunition shack-we were plagued with them, with their humming around as though we were trespassers: fat and meager bellied records; some .410 ammo dull others light shads of dim, long and short winged flies, gnawing your hands and face, and ears, behind your neck, amassing around you, creeping up your shirt sleeves, jumping at you as though they were little rebuffing rockets, prepared by the Vietcong to disturb you.- me, us!

There were dead or biting the dust flies, additionally strolling flies on every one of the three work areas inside the two rooms of the shack, filling the climate with rotten garbage, pointing towards one’s mouth, yet very substance assuming that they missed, and just arrived all the rage. They tainted everything, sticking, and climbing, and surprisingly some creeping, in their quickest step conceivable, particularly the gigantic bellied ones, they’d attempt to move away however I’d smack them, tragically leaving a dumpy-bleeding wreck, I sincerely attempted to just drive them off, yet like I said previously or suggested, they were at that point brained washed and prepared to forfeit their lives for the purpose.…

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