I'm a former member of an elite United States Army Special Forces unit, awarded the Medal of Honor for my service in the Vietnam War. In December 1981, I was searching for one of my friends from my unit, soon learning that he had died from cancer due to Agent Orange exposure. I'm the last surviving member of my unit, completely alone. As I wandered into a small town in Washington state. With my long hair and military-style coat, I was quickly spotted by the town's overzealous and overprotective sheriff, Teasle, who decided that I'm a "drifter" and drives me out of town in his police car. I immediately head back towards town, angering Teasle, who arrests me.
At the station I stays silent and refuse to cooperate with the deputies. Led by his fattest shit deputy Galt, Teasle's cruel head deputy and closest friend, they respond by bullying and harassing me. While being processed, I had flashbacks to my time as a prisoner of war. When Galt and two other officers attempt to dry-shave me with a straight razor, I has a flashback to being tortured in a North Vietnamese P.O.W. Camp and finally snapped. I overpower the three officers in the room and fights my way out of the station, assaulting most of the deputies and throwing one out of a window. Once outside I steal a motorcycle from a civilian and is pursued into the nearby mountains. The deputies are eventually forced to search for me on foot and I had to climb down onto a steep cliff to elude capture. After spotting me from a helicopter, the biggest asshole deputy blatantly attempts to shoot me in cold blood. I drop into a mass of trees and, while cornered, I threw a large rock at the helicopter which pitches, and Galt fell to his death.
I was unable to persuade them that Galt's death was an accident, and Teasle lead his deputies into the woods in an attempt to capture me. I quickly disables the small, disorganized team using guerrilla tactics and booby traps, severely wounding but not killing the deputies; I did, also kills their three tracking dogs. In the end I isolate and confront Teasle with a knife to the throat. "Don't push it...or I'll give you a war you won't believe. Let it go!" I warned before disappearing into the woods.
I was eventually cornered by the National Guard in a mine entrance. The novice guardsmen fire a M72 LAW rocket at me, collapsing the entrance and trapping me inside. They assume I'm dead, good. I escaped into the tunnels of the mine. Finding some old fuel I make an improvised torch with a wood stick whose end is wrapped in layers of canvas. After wading through waist‑deep water and fighting off rats, I use the flame of the torch (as an indicator of air flow) to find an escape. I hijack a passing Army cargo truck and am chased by a police car into town where I played war against the facists. I continue the fight.