Winged seeds flying in our direction , take pause , reflect upon many harrowing hours , horrors , atrocities on occasion more ****** than battle itself , be at ease as the wind guides them towards us ! The siege has ended , help is arriving , the day of restitution ! I see sunbeams as I lie on my back , smell home cooked meals , roasted pecans and apple cider ! The scramble of men is in slow motion now , the cries are mute ! Returned to my beloved land , beneath tall Pines , warm breezes , helicopters falling from the canopy . Chasing Gods aircraft across the meadows , the remainder of my days . Forever .