Found

Burnt and bloody broken board; this is our war,
Where misplaced trust became this gun… that bomb,
As denouement to dark jet fighter roar,
America, she fell like old V'etnam,

Foul fortnight now passed since I saw you last,
At great expense, ‘tis ye I’ve come to see,
But crumpled note makes fast my weary ghast,
And sets me on this treach’rous quest for thee,

I will not cease; I will not sleep, my dear,
Through rain of lead by crosshaired eyes, I’ll race,
'Hind checkpoint drear shall e’er I grow near’r,
To thy grace… the unending root of my pace,

Until, by God’s Will, I find that one place,
Where thine heart beats near mine in one long embrace.

​- Scott Alexander McKenzie