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Name: Raymond Frederick Beauchamp
Panel/Line: 34W/90
Force: Army
Company: B
Rank: Private First Class
Pay Grade: E3
CAACF: 51839495
Home of Record: Eastlake, OH
Birth Date: December 15, 1944
Race: Caucasian
Gender: M
Religion: Roman Catholic
Married: N
Death Date: January 27, 1969
Cause of Death: ground casualty by an explosive device hostile;
Died in Dinh Tuong at age 24
The body was recovered.
Raymond Frederick Beauchamp

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Comment[SGT D. Ziegler B Co 6/31st]

Raymond Beauchamp was not in second squad of the second platoon, of which I was assigned. On a company size operation in an agricultural area northeast of Dong Tam, second squad and other members of Bravo Company were ordered to sweep off trail and on through a landscape of mixed secondary forest and rice paddies. During the sweep and in a wooded area, off to my left I heard a loud metallic explosion. Raymond Beauchamp was killed instantly and an Afro-American soldier was seriously wounded. The Afro-American soldier was extracted via medevac. Four men carried PFC Beauchamp's body in a poncho to the company CP. One of those four men was me.

Comment[John Raffo]

It's been a long time. I believe he was in gun crew (M60) I was senior man in that crew. We were making a line sweep, I believe battalion sweep. The operation from the beginning was bad news. We sat on a road for a long time, I think overnight, and these piper cub planes dropped Chu Hoi pamphlets that said, you are surrounded give up." So the enemy did and left a bunch of booby traps. Then we started the sweep we weren't into it too long and we ran into bamboo (this I remember vividly it's been going through my mind since I came home). I was last man in B Co. The bamboo split us up I went left with my friend Pat Rizzo who was the first guy in Delta Co. The rest went down the trail on the right. I was about half way down past bamboo thicket when there was big explosion on my right. I ran down to the end of the bamboo and started coming up the right side of it. They started yelling trail has mines. So I went to the left in some mud and came up. Beauchamp was dead and medevaced black soldier Ed Frazier legs were tore up. I helped put him on slick. I held poncho at his feet. I have tried to track him down but no luck. The reason I know his name is from copy of morning report. He wasn't in the company long. I called him Teddy Bear.

I spent time with Beauchamp in the day and at night in our position. He was a nice guy a good Man. I don't know what else to say.

I wish it never happened. He was from Ohio and he was a innocent midwestern guy. I guess that's what GOD wanted. Bless you Beauchamp.

John Raffo,

Comment[Roy Motulewicz]

My name is Roy Motulewicz and I am a Vietnam veteran. I went to school with Ray at Eastlake North High in Eastlake,Ohio. I graduated in 1964 and believe Ray was a year behind me. I spent 13 months in Vietnam as a Navy medic attached to the Marine Corps. I was in Danang, Phubai, Quang Tri. and at Delta Med in DongHA. Third battalion, third Marines. It wasn't until years later after returning home that I heard of Ray's demise and the small world as it is, he turned out to be the cousin of the man my sister married. After much discussion and tears I found it only appropriate to visit his grave in nearby Willoughby,Ohio and to visit it often and especially on Memorial Day when I place the American Flag on his resting place, I do not wish to call it a grave because Ray is still with me and will never be forgotten as will any other brothers and sisters who gave the ultimate sacrifice for the freedoms we take for granted today. I grieve for all of my fallen comrades and mostly for their survivors because I truly think the ones that gave their lives are in a better place. I have the utmost respect for the fallen and equally for those of us who are left behind. No, we didn't get the admiration and parades our fellow servicemen enjoy to this day. In fact we were hated, called baby killers,and sometimes assaulted and spit on, but we know who we are and can form a very special bond that no one who has lived our lives can ever understand. I still love everyone in this Great United States of America regardless, because we are as much, hero's ,as any that came before us.

Sincerely, Roy Motulewicz, HM2,USN, B419595, a faithful supporter of our troops and an irreversible patriot. Love your country and it's flag and remove your cap when singing the anthem at any event. Don't disrespect me and my Country. Live your life to the fullest and be damned happy you are an American. Many are not!


I grew up with Ray on E.337th. St., Eastlake, Oh. We met when Ray was about 8 yrs. old. we were friends from that time foreward. I graduated from North High School in Eastlake in June 1962. On june 12th. 1962 I joined the Army and was stationed at Ft. Campbell, Fy. until June 1965. Growing up, Ray had a sister named Maryann. Ray and Maryann had red hair taking after thier father. Thier father had his own business called, Sturdy Wood Products, which he worked out of his garages at home.

While in the 101st. Airborne I got married and we had a daughter. When I got out Ray and I went our separate ways because I needed to work and support my family. The naxt thing I heard was that Ray had been killed in Vietnam. I couldn't go to his funeral because it made me think to much about the other friends I lost over there.

I am proud to say that I am honored to have known and grew up with Ray. He was a very proud American.

May you R.I.P. Raymond Frederick Beauchamp!

Don Karres


 Rod Severson, (Sgt. Severson, Bravo Company, 6/31st, 9th infantry
Division 68-69

I too was with Beauchamp that day. Another member of Bravo Co. with us was Neal Fries. He carried our M60 (Machine Gun). Neal was pretty close friends with Raymond. I usually carried the radio, we generally passed it around but I kinda liked having it and knowing what was going on. The years may have given each of us a slightly different memory of that day. I recall that we were northeast of Dong Tam on a company mission. There was intel that the VC were going to attack a small village during the night. Beauchamp and I along with others set up defensive positions around the targeted village. As you may know, for many reasons we did not try to get too close to one another, physically or otherwise. There were dangerous consequences. But I knew most the guys. We were very close as far as watching out for one another. It was funny how we all shared letters from home and eventually got to know each others families to some extent.Our favorite letter reader was Steve Werring. He was
from Brooklyn NY and what an accent. Sometimes we would need a translation. Anyway, Beauchamp and I talked most of the night as we sat in the paddies surrounding that village. He was a pleasant man. He was excited about getting home and working with his sister in a hardware store. At least that is how I remember it today. He went into detail about the store and his sister. Obviously he cared about her very much. The night past with little activity. Next morning we were told that the VC were coming but the exact time was not known. We ordered the villagers to go away to another village for a time. I spoke with a buddhist monk who happened to be crippled. They were pretty small people and I was pretty stocky and strong, back then. I hoisted the monk up on my shoulder and we set off through the paddies and the jungle. After a few clicks or so we walked through a thick woodline. I was about mid way in the file of men moving through the trees. I knew Beauchamp, Neal Fries and Sg
t Mike (our squad leader)were up ahead somewhere. Suddenly there was an explosion. It was not a foreign sound. Most of booby traps used by the VC against us were our hand grenades that were dropped or stolen. It seemed to be the same type blast. Our reactions were automatic. We froze in place then took cover where able. Someone passed the word back that the point man had been killed. Then he was indentified as Beauchamp. We lost a lot of good men but I was so angry. I threw down the person I was carrying. To this day I don't recall what I did to him. Suddenly he represented the whole war and the senseless loss of lives. I don't think I shot him. But in the context of that place and time, nobody would have been surprised. You have to understand that most the villagers knew where the booby traps were even if they did not personally plant them there. I have often thought about Beauchamp and our conversations. I hope this serves as some additional closure or interest to his loved ones.