Once a small village.
Torn apart by a great war.
Few soldiers remain.

A special platoon.
Unique and quite different.
A secret weapon.

Defeat imminent.
One final hope, one last shot.
A hidden soldier.

Found in the Forest:
So young…can’t even walk yet.
His life was only training.

New Intel received:
The enemy will soon flank.
Opportunity.

Village in the woods.
Beautiful place, many trees.
Leaves of pink and blue.

Autumn moon rises.
Full and bright, leaves fall this night.
Slowly descending.

Enemy arrives.
Harmless innocent village.
A cowards assault.

They expect no fight.
A fatal mistake…their last.
For a trap now springs.

This single soldier
unleashed on the enemy.
A fearsome bloodlust.

His roar shakes the earth.
Brown, white, and also black fur.
Armored and angry.

His first enemy.
Unsuspecting, unaware.
A swift brutal strike.

The next is no mercy.
Pulled limb from limb…torn apart.
Blood sprayed across walls.

Fully surrounded.
He begins his destruction.
Smashing and slashing.

Enemy fights back.
They are scared, but not worthless.
Now in formation.

Bullets are now fired.
Deflected by his armor,
The warrior roars.

His claws were a raging fury.
The echo of screams…bullets.
Wounded, he still fights.

Swordsmen approaching…
Their sharp silver blades glinting.
Their eyes, fear, and hate.

The warrior roars.
Their swordsmen, were quick and ruthless.
Slashing and dashing.

Agile and cunning.
The warrior determined.
Ferociously fights.

His body weakened.
He roars… a less frightful sound.
So tired…exhausted.

Finally, he falls.
The enemy is routed.
Not a single one is left.

The Blitzkrieg Bear lays.
His injuries are most grave.
He will not survive.

Watches the sun rise.
His eyes heavy…need to rest.
He remembers life.

A rivers soft sound.
His time as a cub…Peaceful.
The trees and soft wind.

His mother’s low growl.
The taste of fish she brought him,
before man stole him.

He performed his task.
Fought this battle, not his own.
His eyes close…finally peace.