Beauchamp: “The year was 1972, and I was in country — hip-deep ‘in the shit,’ as we used to say… Little Debbie had just posed on an anti-aircraft battery and was mouthing agitprop for the North Vietnamese; the war was being fought to lose by armchair generals and politicians trying to hide from their own shadows; and morale inside the platoon was eroding faster than one of Nixon’s promises under
