Last attempt at "My Father's Dreams"

I’ve stopped shivering. The cold sweat running down my back is no longer a factor. Nor are the remnants of last night’s rations Which have been blown from my bowel’s and now take up refuge in my government issued trousers. Save stillness that thief who sneaks up behind me Barging in on the madness of it all Softening the screams of my brothers And nudging me ever so gently Away from the shores of this time and space. Lights go out Sounds fade The stench from the battlefield Still riding that wind on due course Past the pain and suffering of this God-forsaken war To the deepest part of the ocean Where together, we evaporate.