(A Vietnam War story about Flies, 1971)

It was a warm afternoon in the ammo dump, within the bullets shack-consisting of two rooms, walls made out of plywood, floors or inlays of long wood made boards-flat timber regarding the most portion, you could see by way of their cracks, positioned crooked alongside one another; also the particular shack was a smite lopsided, almost wobbly, and quite broken. Planted on four by several beams beneath the floorboards, about a fifty percent foot high, amongst the soft white sand that surrounded it, providing a playground for the lizards to be able to engage in entertainment, unnoticed.

12 ga shot taken a semi aged ‘Stars and Whitening strips, ‘ magazine with me when I had to go to the rounds shack (where us soldiers did our paperwork for aides and distributing of ammunition to the convoys arriving from a number of locations inside the vicinity.

I carried of which old ‘Stars in addition to Strips, ‘ magazine for a calendar month, until an innovative one came away, and used that to swish apart flies. These were just about everywhere in the ammo shack-we were infested together, with their particular buzzing around because if we were invaders: fat and even thin bellied files; some dark other people light shads regarding dark, long and even short winged flies, biting your arms and face, and ears, behind your neck, swarming about you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, scuba diving into your sight as though they were small punishing missiles, trained by the Vietcong to annoy an individual. -me, us!

There were dead or dying flies, also going for walks flies on each of the three desks in the two rooms with the shack, filling the atmosphere with putrid debris, aiming toward one’s mouth, but quite content when they missed, and merely landed on your own lips. They infected everything, clinging, and even climbing, and in many cases some crawling, within their quickest gait possible, especially the big fat bellied ones, that they had try to obtain away but I would swat them, unfortunately leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I seriously tried to simply terrify them away, yet like I explained before-or implied, these were already brained washed and ready to sacrifice their lifestyles for the lead to.