We could see something moving up the hill, but we couldn’t see him exactly. We would see a couple of branches moving or getting snapped, but we wouldn’t see him. Then we saw a figure step out of the tree line. It wasn’t from the direction we had seen the movement.

“Shit! Contact left!” I shouted as a big black bear came out of the woods into the clearing. I slammed the safety off and started firing. I could feel the adrenaline kick in almost as soon as I started firing. I could feel it entering my system through my veins. Alexei thinking a little harder pulled a grenade off his vest and threw it at the beast. Unfortunately, in his haste, he forgot to pull the pin.

I had just finished mag dumping into the black bear. It didn’t matter so much cause that thing just seemed to get more pissed off at the thought that it would die from a measly 30 rounds of 5.56. The beast let out a mighty roar that was almost immediately echoed by another beastly roar of machine gun fire. I looked over to see the german STANDING UP shooting his MG3 machine gun as fast as it would let him. It looked like he was holding the bipod for dear life.

‘Fucking idiot is going to get himself killed.’ So I thought to myself, then Alexei stood up and started emptying his magazine. I absent-mindedly sent the bolt home on my rifle. ‘Fuck it, if I die, I’ll have a good story to tell in heaven.’ So I joined Alexei and the german in firing at the beast.

The beast, for its part, had started charging at Alexei and me because we were closer. It wasn’t getting very far. No matter if it could survive the bullets being fired at it, it definitely couldn’t ignore them. So the beast was having a hard time of it. The beast buckled just as the hail of bullets stopped. I swapped out my empty mag with a fresh one. I took the time to look around while I reloaded.

I could see a red glowing barrel poking out of some bushes. It seems like training won out over a hero complex. I followed the bright red glow back to the man behind the gun. He looked like he was reloading the beast of a firearm. As if I was replying to his attempts to reload his weapon, I clicked home the bolt of my gun. I look over to Alexei, and he looks at me. We both sighed. You could practically see what we were thinking. ‘Holy shit, that was fucken awesome, and I might need a new pair of pants.’

I shout to the german, “Hey, Jerry, cover us! We are going to move up and make sure it's dead!”

“Alright, just save me some of the meat!” he shouted back.

I looked to Alexei, “Well, let's make sure this motherfucker is in a better place.”

Me and Alexei start slowly moving toward the downed beast. I made sure to watch my step. I don’t want to end up like a horror movie character. I am picking over small shrubs and rocks with Alexei behind me. I stop as I have a thought. ‘You know what fuck it.’ I think as I pull my bayonet from its sheath and affix it to the front of my rifle.

I spot the beast, and it is just lying there. It’s all ripped up from gunfire, chunks are missing from its black coat, and the whole body of the beast is just pockmarked full of holes. But, as I got closer, I could still see the thing breathing! This thing had chunks missing and was shot to hell, and it was still breathing.

“Hey, stop here, and let’s chuck a grenade at that fucken thing,” I whispered over my shoulder to Alexei. He nodded and pulled a grenade off his vest just as we both heard a war cry from behind us. I spun around to see the Jerry running at the beast with his knife.

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I just watched, too stunned by his stupidity to do anything. The german did a lunging jump at the black bear… in full gear. At least he didn’t bring his machine gun. The Jerry stabbed the beast in the back, which made it get up in pained agony and start wrestling to get him off its back. I sighed and looked over at Alexei. He looked back and said.

“Well, we can’t just leave him there.”

I had my bayonet affixed, so I charged in there to help the idiot. As I ran to help, I couldn’t help but notice how the fight looked like a retarded rodeo show. You had a modern soldier in flecktarn holding on to a combat knife for dear life that was firmly lodged in the back of a black bear. So I bayonet charged the bear right in its stomach.

“GET SOME OF THIS, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!” I screamed as I shot the whole magazine into the beast at point blank. Click, click, ‘OH SHIT!’ my gun had ran dry. I looked up right into the eyes of a pissed-off black bear. Part of the fur on its head was missing, and I could see bone. ‘Well, it was a good run.’ I thought as the jaws of the bear opened wide.

The bear seemed to stop as something was pressed against its head. I looked away from the eyes of the beast, over to what was stupid enough to push something against the bear’s head. The bear looked over as if trying to say, ‘WHAT THE FUCK IS IT NOW!’ It was Alexei. Alexei pulled the trigger on his AK. a short burst of gunfire through the eye of the bear later, me and Alexei were trying to get a very heavy but dead bear off the german.

“God, how heavy is this fucking thing,” I complained.

“I know, right? I thought I had back problems before.” Alexei said.

A muffled voice responded to our complaining by saying, “yea, well, try having a 400-pound (180 kilograms) animal on top of you.”

Both of us winced and got back to it.

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‘I killed the beast with a blade. My ancestors would be proud.’ Walter thought. That was until the beast fell back onto him. Then, Walter's thoughts turned to ‘Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,’ as he clung to the dying beast as it tipped over right on top of him. He made an OOF as the air was driven from his body by 180 kilos of flesh and bone crushing him.

Walter had to gasp for breath with a 180-kilo bear on top of him. The bear was fluffy, at least where there weren’t bones, blood, or bullet holes.

Outside his little crushing cave, the two men who had helped him fell the beast were complaining about their back pain from trying to lift the bear carcass off him. Walter was not just having back pain but entire body pain from 180 kilos of bear crushing him into a pulp, causing him to reply to their complaints with the statement, “Yea, well, try having a 400-pound (180 kilograms) animal on top of you.” they didn’t reply back to him.

It took a solid ten minutes for them to dig Walter out from behind the bear. Ultimately, they had to get a log from somewhere and use it to pry him out. The whole time Walter couldn’t be happier. He had taken down his first and hopefully not the last bear. In his family, taking down a bear meant you were a true warrior and welcomed into the family’s history.

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When Alexei and I had finally pried the German out from under the bear, he, without taking more than a breath, started gutting the bear while introducing himself.

“Thanks for the help. My name is Walter Strisenburg. I am a Stabgefeiter in the German army. Who are you, if I might ask.”

Alexei and I glanced at each other. We both knew we were going to have some explaining to do.