Kaspar BäR
Kaspar Bär was a man with a long and storied military career. He joined the military relatively late in life, to escape a life of crime and poverty at the age of 37. A natural born killer, Kaspar found himself in his element in the mud, blood, and gore that was Operation Barbarossa, where he found himself as part of a regiment of the 223. Infanterie tasked with eliminating partisans. It was the winter of 1941 that turned his hair gray and his blood ice cold.
By 1942, Kaspar had attained the rank of Obergefreiter and by 1943 had lost it in a fist fight which ended in the severe disfigurement of a younger, less experienced soldier in his company.
As the 223. became surrounded and weakened by the Soviet Hordes, Kaspar feared not- for he knew that he had come to the place where he was going to die. Time and time again, however, Kaspar carried on, living to die another day.
As the war on the Eastern Front ground to an insufferable stalemate, the 223. Infanterie could carry on no longer. Kaspar and several others in his regiment were transferred into a newly formed division stationed in the southern coastal regions of France. Here he found a new home, among a meeker, milder, and much, much, much younger group of men- Erste Gruppe, Zweite Zug, Zweite Kompanie, 984. Grenadier Regiment, 275. Infanterie.
By his 40th birthday, it was said that Kaspar Bär had lost all of his emotion- had no ability to have remorse, or feel for another human being, friend or foe. He had simply seen, and delivered, far too much death.
As the allies rampaged through the bocage, Kaspar continued to defy death and carry on fighting the invading force with the vigor and sprite of a man much, much, much younger than he.
As the days again grew colder, and shorter, the war began to close in on Kaspar from all directions. Reminded of his days in the winter of '41 in a cold, lonely, godforsaken hole in the Soviet earth, Kaspar was reluctant to fight mother nature again at her own game.
As Kaspar's Gruppe found themselves surrounded after the untimely demise of their beloved Gruppenfuhrer, Bodo Fehrmann, Kaspar reached for his perished superior's MP40, loaded a fresh magazine into it, and rushed head on into the fray, screaming at the top of his lungs, fully expecting to be mowed down honorably on the field of battle.
Fate had other plans. Kaspar killed four enemy combatants in cold blood, at a range of less than 5 meters, bursting submachinegun fire into their shattered torsos as they slumped to the ground as if to lay down in final rest. Amazed by such a display of sincere insanity, thirteen more American soldiers surrendered immediately. Kaspar returned to his position with captives in tow, and though his actions were felt to be heroic, the men in his gruppe could not help but fear him.
On a brisk January morn, Kaspar awoke in his foxhole to an american with a rifle held inches from his face. He looked around and saw that his men had surrendered, spit in the face of his captor and surrendered himself more or less willingly.
Kaspar was sent to a prisoner of war camp where he was psychologically evaluated after biting a finger off of a british guard. He was determined to have been suffering from severe paranoid schitzophrenia.
Before the end of hostilities even came about, Kaspar's pre-war life caught up with him, and he was tried, and hanged, for the murder of seven german women.
As part of Kaspar's final statement on God's Green Earth, he was asked what he thought of the war. He replied simply "the best part was killing all those Bolsheviks".
By 1942, Kaspar had attained the rank of Obergefreiter and by 1943 had lost it in a fist fight which ended in the severe disfigurement of a younger, less experienced soldier in his company.
As the 223. became surrounded and weakened by the Soviet Hordes, Kaspar feared not- for he knew that he had come to the place where he was going to die. Time and time again, however, Kaspar carried on, living to die another day.
As the war on the Eastern Front ground to an insufferable stalemate, the 223. Infanterie could carry on no longer. Kaspar and several others in his regiment were transferred into a newly formed division stationed in the southern coastal regions of France. Here he found a new home, among a meeker, milder, and much, much, much younger group of men- Erste Gruppe, Zweite Zug, Zweite Kompanie, 984. Grenadier Regiment, 275. Infanterie.
By his 40th birthday, it was said that Kaspar Bär had lost all of his emotion- had no ability to have remorse, or feel for another human being, friend or foe. He had simply seen, and delivered, far too much death.
As the allies rampaged through the bocage, Kaspar continued to defy death and carry on fighting the invading force with the vigor and sprite of a man much, much, much younger than he.
As the days again grew colder, and shorter, the war began to close in on Kaspar from all directions. Reminded of his days in the winter of '41 in a cold, lonely, godforsaken hole in the Soviet earth, Kaspar was reluctant to fight mother nature again at her own game.
As Kaspar's Gruppe found themselves surrounded after the untimely demise of their beloved Gruppenfuhrer, Bodo Fehrmann, Kaspar reached for his perished superior's MP40, loaded a fresh magazine into it, and rushed head on into the fray, screaming at the top of his lungs, fully expecting to be mowed down honorably on the field of battle.
Fate had other plans. Kaspar killed four enemy combatants in cold blood, at a range of less than 5 meters, bursting submachinegun fire into their shattered torsos as they slumped to the ground as if to lay down in final rest. Amazed by such a display of sincere insanity, thirteen more American soldiers surrendered immediately. Kaspar returned to his position with captives in tow, and though his actions were felt to be heroic, the men in his gruppe could not help but fear him.
On a brisk January morn, Kaspar awoke in his foxhole to an american with a rifle held inches from his face. He looked around and saw that his men had surrendered, spit in the face of his captor and surrendered himself more or less willingly.
Kaspar was sent to a prisoner of war camp where he was psychologically evaluated after biting a finger off of a british guard. He was determined to have been suffering from severe paranoid schitzophrenia.
Before the end of hostilities even came about, Kaspar's pre-war life caught up with him, and he was tried, and hanged, for the murder of seven german women.
As part of Kaspar's final statement on God's Green Earth, he was asked what he thought of the war. He replied simply "the best part was killing all those Bolsheviks".
