(A Vietnam War story about Flies, 1971)

This was a very hot afternoon in the bullets dump, inside the ammo shack-consisting of two rooms, walls made out of hdf, floors or inlays of long wood made boards-flat timber for the most element, you may see through their cracks, put crooked alongside one particular another; also typically the shack was a smite lopsided, practically wobbly, and quite broken. Planted in four by 4 beams underneath the floorboards, about a 50 percent foot high, between the soft white fine sand that surrounded that, giving a playground intended for the lizards to be able to engage in entertainment, unnoticed.

I carried a semi aged ‘Stars and Strip, ‘ magazine with me at night when I experienced to see a rounds shack (where all of us soldiers did our paperwork for allocations and distributing of ammunition to the convoys arriving from various locations inside the location.

I carried that will old ‘Stars and Strips, ‘ publication for a 30 days, until an innovative one came out and about, and used it to swish away from flies. We were holding everywhere in the rounds shack-we were infested with them, with their very own buzzing around since if we were invaders: fat and even thin bellied data; some dark some others light shads of dark, long and even short winged jigs, biting your palms and face, and ears, behind the neck, swarming close to you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, snorkeling into your sight as if they were small punishing missiles, trained by the Vietcong to annoy a person. -me, us!

There have been 12 gauge ammo or perishing flies, also walking flies on all of the three desks inside the two rooms from the shack, filling the particular atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming toward one’s mouth, yet quite content if they missed, and merely landed on the lips. They infected everything, clinging, and even climbing, and even many crawling, inside their fastest gait possible, specifically the big fats bellied ones, they would try to acquire away but I’d personally swat them, regrettably leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I absolutely tried out to simply scare them away, although like I mentioned before-or implied, they were already brained washed and ready to be able to sacrifice their lifestyles for the cause.