In 1965, we made a promise—one soaked in blood and sealed with the honor of young American lives—to protect the people of South Vietnam from communist invasion. North Vietnam, with a wink and a nod from China, was hell-bent on domination. So we did what decent nations do: we sent our sons to fight and die for the freedom of others. But back home? Oh no, we had our very own Fifth Column. A legion of tie-dyed, draft-dodging, Che Guevara fanboys and fangirls, led by “useful idiots” like Jane Fonda and John Kerry. And while brave men bled out in the jungle, these pampered radicals played revolutionary in the safety of U.S. college campuses, waving Viet Cong flags and chanting slogans fed to them by Soviet apologists. And Congress? A Democrat-controlled disaster. These geniuses thought abandoning our allies to the bloodthirsty communists was some kind of moral high ground. In reality, it was a betrayal of biblical proportions. The media, naturally, clutched its pearls and turned up the prop...