Lures in the Bullets Shack

(A Vietnam War story concerning Flies, 1971)

It was a sizzling afternoon inside the bullets dump, within the rounds shack-consisting of two rooms, walls made out of plywood, floors or vase of long wood boards-flat timber for the most component, you may see through their cracks, placed crooked alongside one another; also typically the shack was a smite lopsided, almost wobbly, and extremely broken. Planted on 12 ga shot by several beams underneath the floorboards, about a half foot high, amongst the soft white sand that surrounded this, providing a playground for the lizards to be able to engage in fun, unnoticed.

I carried a semi older ‘Stars and Pieces, ‘ magazine with me when I acquired to visit the ammo shack (where all of us soldiers did our own paperwork for aides and distributing associated with ammunition towards the convoys arriving from several locations inside the neighbourhood.

I carried that old ‘Stars and even Strips, ‘ mag for a calendar month, until an innovative one came out, and used it to swish aside flies. We were holding all over the place in the bullets shack-we were infested with these, with their very own buzzing around because if we were invaders: fat and thin bellied data files; some dark others light shads associated with dark, long and even short winged lures, biting your palms and face, and ears, behind your current neck, swarming all-around you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, scuba diving into your sight as though they had been small punishing missiles, trained by the Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There were dead or dying flies, also jogging flies on each of the three desks within the two rooms of the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming towards one’s mouth, although quite content if they missed, and just landed on the lips. They infected everything, clinging, and climbing, and even some crawling, within their most effective gait possible, specially the big excess fat bellied ones, they’d try to get away but I would swat them, however leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I really tried to simply frighten them away, yet like I stated before-or implied, these were already brained cleaned and ready to sacrifice their lifestyles for the lead to.

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