Jigs in the Rounds Shack

( .45 acp ammo about Flies, 1971)

This was a sizzling afternoon within the bullets dump, inside the bullets shack-consisting of 2 rooms, walls manufactured out of hdf, floors or inlays of long solid wood boards-flat timber for the most portion, you may see through their cracks, located crooked alongside 1 another; also the particular shack was a new smite lopsided, practically wobbly, and really broken. Planted in four by 4 beams underneath the floorboards, about a fifty percent foot high, amongst the soft white yellow sand that surrounded this, providing a playground intended for the lizards to be able to engage in recreation, unnoticed.

I transported a semi outdated ‘Stars and Strip, ‘ magazine with me at night when I had to visit the ammo shack (where all of us soldiers did the paperwork for aide and distributing associated with ammunition towards the convoys arriving from many locations in the vicinity.

I carried that will old ‘Stars in addition to Strips, ‘ mag for a calendar month, until an innovative one came away, and used this to swish away flies. We were holding everywhere in the rounds shack-we were infested with these, with their own buzzing around because if we had been invaders: fat and thin bellied data files; some dark other folks light shads regarding dark, long and short winged flies, biting your hands and face, in addition to ears, behind your own neck, swarming all-around you, sneaking up your shirt sleeves, diving into your eyes like they were small punishing missiles, trained with the Vietcong to annoy you. -me, us!

There was dead or dying flies, also jogging flies on all 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 just landed on your own lips. They contaminated everything, clinging, and climbing, and in many cases many crawling, inside their quickest gait possible, specifically the big fats bellied ones, they’d try to get away but I’d personally swat them, sadly leaving a dumpy-bloody mess, I really tried to simply frighten them away, yet like I said before-or implied, they were already brained washed and ready to sacrifice their life for the lead to.

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