On the day of the Battle of Armageddon, at precisely 8AM local time, Jesus makes His Glorious Appearing, moving towards Megiddo from the East, with the rising sun. The Host of Heaven appear behind him as five thousand angelic riders on white horses, following Him as He flies through the air along with the archangels Michael and Gabriel, and the angels Christopher, Nahum, Caleb, Anis, and more, just as Tsion Ben-Judah's sermons had said. Anywhere there is a hint of opposition both from Global Defense and Israeli forces, Jesus quotes a Bible verse and the soldiers below Him fall dead, their flesh melting from their bones; field cameras are low-definition, but the effect is unmistakable. Andy, of course, only saw this later on in their life. All that young Andy knew is that they had just finished breakfast when the action-station tone rang. Only one diary entry, scrawled in a journal while waiting for the command tankette's systems to boot up - "Time to go. Deus Nolens Exitus!"

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( This note was added to the entry by the author several decades later )

The drive (or flight, for those in quadcopters) to where Jesus was is uneventful. Two thirds of the way through, the secondary heart system kicks in, with a prerecorded message from Nurse Lindsey saying something about reserve capacity being enabled.

It was unlike anything I had ever seen. The sheer magnitude of the moment felt like a weight pressing down on my chest. Jesus, with His divine aura, the archangels, their wings spanning an incredible width, and the countless heavenly riders moving gracefully in the air – the sheer might of heaven was arrayed before us. Their divine glow illuminated the battlefield, casting everything in a radiant, almost surreal light.

The world around us was silent for a moment; even the humming of our machinery and the chattering of radios seemed to have been hushed by the celestial spectacle. I remember feeling the tiniest of beings, a mere speck in the vast expanse of the universe, witnessing the embodiment of power and glory.

But then the command shattered the eerie silence. The cry was primal, a call to arms that seemed to jolt us back to our mission. "Inhumans! Legionaries, fan out! Let's kill them!" It felt absurd, almost laughable, to think of challenging these divine beings. But that's what we had trained for. That's what we were there to do. That's who we were.

Our tankettes roared to life, advancing in formation. I could hear the distant whirring of quadcopters above us in the air. Radio chatter came alive with coordination and directives. The battlefield transformed from a place of silent awe to one of chaotic movement and coordinated strategy.

Jesus continued His advance, His presence demanding attention. Every now and then, He would utter a Biblical verse, and just like that, scores of our allied soldiers would fall, their flesh literally dissolving away. It was horrifying, a testament to the power He wielded. The L's had always spoken of Him as an adversary, but nothing could prepare us for this.

But we, the Legion, we were different. The secondary heart system was active, pumping our bodies full of energy. And it wasn't just the physical boost, there was a psychological edge too, a sense of invulnerability, an unwavering belief in our training and our cause.

What followed was a blur – flashes of combat, angelic figures clashing with our forces, heavenly fire being exchanged with earthly steel. It was chaos and beauty, horror and exhilaration all at once.

When I think back to that day, it's hard to put into words. It was a clash of beliefs, of worlds, of old and new. We, mere kids, stood against the forces of heaven. It wasn't about victory or defeat, it was about standing up for what we believed, even when faced with the divine.

The memory remains etched in my mind, a testament to our spirit and the lengths we would go for our cause. Whether it was right or wrong, that's not for me to decide. We were but players in a cosmic game, pawns in a divine plan. All I know is that we gave it everything, and in doing so, we became legends in our own right.