The enemy quickly swarms in on your position like a rolling black cloud of angry hornets. They are many, and you are but one, stuck in the middle of this bloody chaos. They try to smother you with screaming storms of lead raining in from the treeline. They try to gut you like a river fish with meat slicing bayonet stabs. But you, a crack Special Forces commando having just another busy day in Vietnam, must stop them all and shut down the Ho Chi Minh Trail.