# Conflict: Vietnam

Conflict: Vietnam is a tactical shooter video game developed by Pivotal Games and 8bit Games and published by Global Star Software and SCi Games for PlayStation 2, Xbox, Microsoft Windows, and mobile phones and N-Gage. the N-Gage version was ported to DS as Operation Vietnam. Released in 2004, it is the third installment in the Conflict series.

## Private Harold "Doc/Cherry" Kahler

* Well, that was the last time we were all together. Junior's time was up and he went home, but his war was only just beginning. Word was he joined the Black Panthers six months later, and was killed in a shootout with the FBI in Long Beach, California. All that fighting in Vietnam just to get shot down by his own government. Rest in peace, brother. Hoss signed on for another tour and after that I was told by some drunken CIA spook that he'd moved on to fight in Laos or Cambodia. I guess after that he just drifted from warzone to warzone, always looking for that combat thrill. Ragman got home to an empty house and divorce papers. I wrote to him, but he just seemed to vanish. Until one day I got word that he was living in a cabin in the Rockies with his dog, Ho Chi Minh, seemed to have found his peace. He deserved it. Me? Well, I joined the ER at New York Central. My experience with gunshot wounds was highly valued as the inner cities were torn apart by drugs and guns. I married and raised a family, a respected doctor. But even now part of me is in Vietnam. Where Doc was born, and Cherry died. The war may be over for the generals and politicians, but for those who fought, the war goes on every time we shut our eyes and try to sleep. But fuck it. It don't mean a thing, right?

## Dialogue

    Pvt. Harold Kahler: [voiceover] So there I was, in the worst place in the world, and I didn't even know it yet. Fresh, in-country, wide-eyed and scared shitless. But it don't mean a thing, it don't mean a goddamn thing.
    Door Gunner: [firing an M60 machine gun] Come get some! Come get some! Come get some! Hahahahaha!
    Cpl. Bruce "Junior" Lesh: So Sarge, who's the Band-Aid?
    Staff Sgt. Frank "Ragman" Wier: Let me introduce you to your new field medic, Private Harold Kahler!
    Cpl. Will "Hoss" Schafer: Where were you posted before, Kahler?
    Pvt. Harold Kahler: Fort Campbell!
    Hoss: Campbell! Not another goddamn FNG!
    Junior: Jesus, Sarge, you expect us to hump it out in the boonies with nothing but a cherry to patch us up?!
    Ragman: Shut your goddamn mouth, Corporal!
    Hoss: I don't believe this, man, this is straight-up fuckin' bullshit!
    Ragman: You ain't in Alabama! This is 'Nam! And I'm runnin' your life right here, right now! You understand me, soldier?!
    Hoss: Yes, sir!
    Ragman: Now, look, Private Kahler here ain't just some cherry straight outta boot. Before becoming a Screaming Eagle, he completed a full year of med school.
    Junior: That don't mean shit, Sarge!
    Hoss: Shit, Junior, he's got more school than you!
    [Junior and Hoss start arguing]
    Hotel-1 Control: [on the Huey's radio] Echo-1, Echo-1, this is Hotel-1 Control, what is your sitrep, over.
    Huey Pilot: Roger, Hotel-1, we are 1 klick out. ETA, 1 minute.
    Hotel-1 Control: Roger, Echo-1, visual confirmed. Welcome home, boys.
    Ragman: Okay, people; soon as we hit the turf, I want every swingin' dick on station for weapon and kit drill. Yo, Kahler, you okay?
    Cherry: Yes, Sarge!
    Ragman: Okay, people, stand by. Welcome to Ghost Town.
    [Ragman's squad has been picked up by a U.S. Navy PBR]
    Ragman: So what the hell are you doing up this way, Chief?
    The Chief: That's a long story, Sergeant. I dropped some Green Berets off up-river; seen some strange shit up there. I'm all that's left, man, so what's your story?
    Ragman: We were ambushed at the LZ. Whole platoon wasted and the medevac shot to shit. You got no idea how pleased we are to see you.
    Hoss: Now this is the way you travel. Damn, if my old lady could see me now!
    Junior: If your old lady could see you now, peckerwood, crazy bitch'd tell you to take a bath! Mind you, she's probably used to the stench, seeing as she's your cousin or sister or some shit.
    Hoss: Fuck you, man, I had enough of your shit!
    [Hoss and Junior begin shoving each other]
    Ragman: Junior! Hoss! Step down!
    Cherry: [separating Hoss and Junior] Stop it, guys! What the hell's wrong with you?! It don't mean a thing, right? Not a fuckin' thing!
    Junior: Shit, Doc, looks like your balls finally dropped. A bit of combat action and the motherfucker thinks he's John Wayne.
    Hoss: Doc?
    Junior: Could hardly keep calling him Cherry.
    The Chief: Sorry to break up the party, but I suggest we get ourselves shipshape and battle-ready. We just entered Charlie's Point, which is one messy-ass stretch of river.