OPERATION WRATH OF GOD, Chapter 13

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All Bible quotations, unless otherwise stated or referenced, are taken from the online World English Bible (WEB), which is in the public domain. It is available at the following link: https://ebible.org/eng-web/index.htm. Sometimes I paraphrase the Bible and when I do so, I reference the chapter and verse. Direct quotations from the WEB are indicated by quotation marks. English language Bibles are translated from Hebrew and Greek manuscripts. I am no linguist, and I don’t know any linguists, so I have had to rely on others’ translations and romanizations of the Hebrew and Greek texts. Occasionally, I have examined the original Hebrew and Greek of the Bible, zeroing in on key words where the received English translation is debatable or misses the full meaning of the original. To clarify, the WEB refers to the Antichrist, the beasts, and the False Prophet, but makes no reference to any ‘Khan’ or ‘Lavani’, which are names for the Antichrist and the False Prophet given for the purposes of this book.

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Chapter 13: The Darkest Day

Moshe heard a thin whine followed by a loud crash and a spray of shrapnel. A rosy red cliff at the mouth of the Siq gorge exploded. Sheets of sandstone slid down.

‘Everyone, get to cover!’ Moshe shouted over his radio. He also dispatched his messenger boys. Mass texts were sent, warning everyone in Petra and ordering some of the soldiers in the gorge to come to the edge of the basin at once. The IDF already had some sandbag emplacements near the basin and deeper into the gorge for a worst-case scenario. Now they scrambled for cover.

Moshe peered down his sniper scope. The white dot had disappeared. He heard the rhythmic ‘whump-whump-whump’ of the Mil mi-28 attack chopper’s rotor blades before he saw its dreaded Apache gunship-like outline. Thankfully, it appeared to be the only enemy aircraft coming their way. The air bases and missile siloes of the Olive Branch Alliance had been disproportionately devastated by the fire from heaven. A crater or two on a runway and it didn’t matter how many military planes the base possessed; they were practically unusable. Moshe realised that if Khan had enjoyed access to his full fleet of fighter jets and bombers, there would be no need for troops on the ground at all. He would simply have razed Petra without the diplomatic complication of sending ground troops into Jordanian territory at all.

There was a wheezing, clattering noise in the distance. Moshe’s gut lurched. He knew what that sound portended. Then he saw them. A line of tanks approaching their position, followed by infantry on foot, in transport trucks and armoured personnel carriers. He also saw some pickup trucks and light cavalry on horses; possibly enthusiastic civilians or militias who didn’t want to miss the impending massacre.

He increased the scope’s magnification and conducted a more detailed reconnaissance. There were only four tanks – a mix of M1 Abrams’ and Russian-made T90’s – ten armoured fighting vehicles and twenty American made troop transport trucks that Moshe could count, but there appeared to be tens of thousands of soldiers on foot, camels and horses lagging behind the vehicles. Given the IDF’s reliance on small arms, and their limited numbers, the forces ranged against them today would more than likely be enough to take Petra. ‘It will take a miracle to save us now,’ said Captain Yalom.

‘In Israel, to be a realist, you have to believe in miracles,’ replied Moshe, quoting the Israeli prime minister David Ben Gurion.

Moshe turned to his soldiers who were there in the Siq gorge. Now was the time for a morale boosting speech. The situation appeared hopeless, but he had to put a brave face on it for the troops. On Moshe’s orders, Yalom started filming with his phone. The internet was better here, near the open space of the basin.

‘Now is the time to fight. To fight for your families, your children, your parents who are here. To avenge your loved ones, whom the enemy has killed. To fight for Israel – what’s left of it. While we are here, there is still an Israel. That’s why Khan is coming for us. They want to wipe us out, root and branch. They will spare no one. I’m not going to lie. Some of you will die. We are obviously outnumbered. Anyone can see that. But God has delivered Israel from superior forces before. Look at Gideon and his 300 warriors who fought against the thousands of Midian and won, because Yahweh was with them!’[i]

There were scattered cheers.

‘But we are not going to surrender, because if we do, Khan, that beast, will either slaughter us on the spot, torture us to death, or work us to death as slaves. If we are to die, we die as free men, women and children, not as slaves! I for one would rather die on my feet than on my knees! But do not forget one thing: by defending a narrow gorge, we have the tactical advantage. Three hundred Spartans’ – (Moshe omitted to mention the thousands of Greek soldiers who fought with them) – ‘held off over a million Persians at the pass of Thermopylae, in ancient Greece. Let us make this our Thermopylae!’

It was a fine speech. Some of the heartier souls among the IDF cheered. Nonetheless, many of the troops had a muted response. The officers and some of the enlisted knew the Greeks had eventually been defeated at Thermopylae. They were terrified; they did not want to die, though most of them were prepared to. That was enough for General Moshe. It would have to be.

Whump-whump-whump…

The Russian-made helicopter gunship approached like some giant hideous insect and unleashed absolute hell on the remnant. The chopper’s Ataka missiles bombarded the buildings across the basin from Moshe. Machine gun and mortar emplacements around the Byzantine Church were blown up. A salvo of missiles created a chain of dusty explosions and shrapnel clouds. The church was destroyed; the walls crumbled on the heads of the civilians and soldiers taking refuge inside. The autocannon was effectively a machine gun mounted on the gunship, firing 30 mm rounds. It opened fire on the survivors, blasting holes in the walls. Moshe and his snipers opened fire on the chopper from the mouth of the gorge. A few rounds pinged off the chassis.

Then the chopper turned to face the Siq gorge. ‘Take cover!’ Moshe ducked behind the sandbags. The man next to Moshe had his head taken clean off by an autocannon round. Moshe fought to master the terror that gripped him deep in his bowels. The IDF was behind cover, but the shrapnel was flying everywhere. Moshe prayed to God again, as he was showered with dust and rocks from the cliffs above.

The barrage stopped. The chopper turned back and landed amidst the rocks of the basin, behind the line of the enemy’s tanks. Grey smoke was pouring from the engine. There must have been some malfunction. Maybe their small arms fire had made an impact?

‘Thank God,’ said Moshe. Even being strafed by the autocannon was a near-death experience for the IDF. He knew they simply could not withstand another barrage of missiles.

Moshe gave his mortar teams permission to engage via radio. Yalom texted the other battalions across the basin. In the event communications between the battalions were cut off, the lieutenant colonels of those battalions were ordered to make their own decisions. Soltam M-66 mortar rounds began falling near the tanks and vehicles, but they were moving targets. The armour plating of the tanks and APCs rendered them well-nigh invulnerable to mortar fire, anyway. The vehicles began slaloming, which made them even harder to hit. Three of the tanks and most of the armoured vehicles attacked the IDF positioned around the northern side of the basin, including the mouth of the Monastery Trail gorge. Their guns devastated the buildings and ruins the IDF were using for shelter over there, shattering the walls and annihilating their cover.

The remaining tank and the many other vehicles headed towards the Siq gorge. The Olive Branch armies obviously felt confident enough about their firepower to be able to split their forces.

To engage the enemy when they were out of range would be a waste of ammo. When the enemy’s cavalry and infantry were within 700 metres, Moshe finally gave his snipers permission to ‘Fire at will!’

Occasionally, an enemy infantryman or camel bit the dust as a result of the sniper fire. Moshe shot two men, one on foot, the other on horseback. The IDF snipers who had climbed the cliffs and were positioned up high in the rocky ‘crows nest’ were the most successful.

Then the M1 tank stopped and aimed its M256 smoothbore 120mm gun directly at them, creating a panic in the crows nest. The snipers scrambled to get down. One of them jumped. His body was broken and cut to shreds on the rocks.

The tank fired. There was a brief interval of silence after the IDF saw the smoke coming from the gun. Then they heard the sharp crack. Ten of the snipers went up in the explosion. More rocks and debris fell around Moshe.

Sergeant Yusuf, who had the RPG launcher, waited until the tanks got closer. The advanced anti-tank weapons had been given to the IDF Ground Forces brigades deployed to the Syrian, Egyptian and Lebanese borders, and were now being used by Olive Branch forces. The 777^th was left with old, mostly captured, Soviet-made RPG-7’s. Yusuf pulled the trigger. His grenade slammed into the front of the Abrams tank. When the smoke cleared, it was revealed that the grenade had caused minimal damage. The depleted uranium armour wasn’t about to be penetrated by small arms fire or light weapons. The tank kept coming.

Sergeant Yusuf loaded another grenade and took aim, this time at a technical vehicle. The rocket left a trail of smoke in its wake and smashed into the side of a white pickup truck that was laying down machine gun fire. The truck exploded instantly in an orange-brown fireball. The machine gunner was blasted ten feet clear of the truck. Black smoke plumes curled up into the sky.

Moshe gave the sniper rifle back and took up his M16 assault rifle. He began picking the infantry off, one by one, as they scrambled for cover behind the tanks, vehicles and rocks. The artillery shells and mortar shells kept hammering the IDF’s position. Whine – thump. Whine – thump. Geysers of dirty shrapnel kept rising from the earth as the shells found their targets. Then the whining became louder – Moshe dived for cover. A mortar bomb hit the cliffs above their heads. The falling debris crushed three of their men. They only had fifteen medics, and ten were already occupied treating burn victims. The hail of machine gun fire was overwhelming. The noise, incredible. The IDF soldiers were dropping all around Moshe. The tanks were only 100 metres away.

‘Retreat!’ Moshe yelled.

A few sentries were left to cover the rest of the battalion as they retreated deeper into the gorge. This was a suicide mission. Moshe did not doubt that they were faring even worse in the buildings around the basin, and that the forces and civilians down the Monastery Trail were also under attack, but right now he could only worry about the enemy in front of him and the men and women under his direct command. He was running down the gorge, running for his life.

Moshe heard the booming of the tank gun and the cries of his men. There was a spray of shrapnel. The IDF sentries had been taken out. In an unexpected bit of good fortune, the tank shell had triggered a landslide from the cliffs that partially blocked access to the gorge. The gorge was about 3 metres wide at its narrowest point. Moshe hoped to completely block it, so that no vehicles could pass. Moshe ordered the Claymore mines to be set in the sand of the pass, at intervals behind the rubble heap. The mines were triggered by remote detonation and tripwire. They were also directional, firing metal balls up to 100 metres, within a 60-degree arc in front of each mine. Then his men took up positions behind the rock walls and sandbags. As part of his contingency planning, Moshe had staggered these cover positions.

In The Treasury, a corner of the roof had caved in, crushing a 12-year-old boy. The fissure that had run across the ceiling for centuries had widened even further. The rabbi addressed the remnant in the building: ‘“Repent, for the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand!”[ii] Turn to God and he will save us! All else is folly! Do not rely on your own devices! Your own weapons! For the sword of God himself is the only weapon mighty enough to deliver you now! Now is the time to recognise Jesus as the Messiah, the Son of God, and ask him to save us! As it is written: “they poured out a prayer when your chastening was on them!”[iii] In the words of the prophet Zechariah: “it shall happen that in all the land two parts in it will be cut off and die, but the third will be left in it.”[iv] The third is the remnant that will survive the tribulation. We are that remnant. This third part is to be tested “like gold is tested”[v] and refined in the fire of suffering and tribulation, until “They will call on my name and I will hear them.”[vi] We have been refined by tribulation, the “time of Jacob’s trouble”: now let us call on the name of Jesus and be saved out of it, in fulfilment of the prophets! Do so and you save not only your bodies, but your souls, and the entire world, for it is our prayer, here, now, that will bring an end to the time of trouble that the whole planet has endured! All of history has been leading to this moment. The hour of destiny is upon us!’

Some of the remnant were listening to his words; one of the Christians, Abed Ziwani, recorded the rabbi on his phone and live-streamed the video with everyone else in the remnant’s social media group. Miraculously, they still had an internet connection, even in The Treasury. Some however were still on the fence or opposed to the gospel message. These individuals jeered the Rabbi Kravitz, saying ‘we want to be with our families in these last moments, leave us alone!’

The rabbi stopped arguing with them and dropped to his knees and prayed to God: ‘Lord, forgive us our sin of not recognising you as our Messiah. Lord Jesus, you are our Messiah. Lord, save us! Save us now!’ The Christians added their voices to his prayer.

There was a giant thud as a shell hit the cliffs. Then another mortar shell hit the cliff and some more rubble fell from the ceiling crack, dousing even the fire. Except for the light from their phones, they were left in almost total darkness.

The remnant elsewhere, including those in the monastery (Ad-Deir), were watching and listening on their phones. They joined in with the rabbi’s prayer. All throughout Petra, hiding in the shelters and the ancient buildings, desperation and the hope of salvation motivated the remnant to add their voices to the prayer.

***

Azim and Amir had made it to Jerusalem. The resistance had managed to wrest control of parts of the old city from Khan’s thugs in the revolt, and taken Jerusalem’s beastbots offline, but now reinforcements had arrived, with fresh beastbots and drones in tow, the Stump fighters had been quickly outgunned. Although the tanks, helicopters and technical vehicles had run out of fuel several miles before Jerusalem, thanks to the destruction of Khan’s supply convoys, the sheer weight of his numbers had all but overwhelmed the lightly armed resistance fighters of Jerusalem within a matter of hours.

Other than a few pockets of resistance, including by the Western Wall, the city was practically Khan’s. The soldiers in the Armenian Quarter were raping, pillaging, burning and killing wherever they went (Zechariah 14:2). There were piles of loot in the squares. Crowds of women and children were taken as slaves, shackled and guarded by armed soldiers. The flames of burning houses lit the streets on this darkest of days. The Holy City was engulfed in smoke, gunfire and blood. It was like 70 AD all over again.

Azim and Amir did what they could to try and save as many of the people as possible. Ahead of him, Amir saw a half-naked woman hacked to death by a machete. The soldiers cut her arm off, then they beheaded her. The head did not stop screaming after it was severed from the body.

The buildings on either side of the street were burning. Azim and Amir were tempted to take their body armour off, it was so hot. But to remove their uniforms here would be to risk their lives; anyone who was not one of the alliance’s soldiers was marked for death. Amir heard the gunshots of the executioners far and near, echoing throughout the city, above the roar of the flames and the screams.

A man was being tormented by having his family massacred in front of him. One by one, they were beheaded by the sword. The soldiers were trying to get him to worship Khan, but still he refused, shaking his head. They chopped his left hand off. He grunted and just stared at his captors with naked hatred as the blood pumped out of his wrist. Now they were preparing to chop off his right hand. Azim and Amir looked at each other. They could stand no more.

Azim shot the man with the sword in the back. Amir shot his two accomplices, giving them a round apiece with his SVD. There was so much chaos going on around them that no Olive Branch soldiers noticed their act of ‘treason’. The old man whose life they had saved looked at them, curiously. He was so deeply traumatized that he was almost beyond caring. Then he looked to the heavens and pleaded with God: ‘Yahweh, come and save your people from this bloodshed!’

The old man was shot dead by another Iraqi soldier, who came over to his body and took the watch off his wrist. Amir pulled the trigger to shoot the Iraqi soldier in the back. Click. His magazine was empty. By the time he drew and aimed his sidearm, the thief had scampered down a side street and was out of range.

***

The Western Wall or Kotel is a retaining wall that surrounded the Second Temple and formed a wall of the Temple Mount. It is a sacred site, especially for Jews, who routinely prayed there before Khan’s dictatorship. Hence the resistance had rallied around it, to protect the Kotel from the marauding armies of Khan.

In the shadow of the Wall, Aaron and Joel were fighting for their lives. Their team was one of the last bastions of Jewish resistance. Snipers in the houses across the plaza had been picking the resistance off one by one, until fire from heaven scorched those homes and roasted the shooters in them.

The Stump fighters had their backs to the wall, which at least prevented them from being flanked. Sandbags and machine gun emplacements had been set up to give the resistance cover. Joel and Aaron hoped that Khan would not dare to use artillery so close to the Temple Mount. As it turned out, he didn’t think he had to. The infantry alone appeared sufficient to overwhelm them.

Joel was manning a machine gun emplacement bolstered by sandbags facing the plaza. He kept mowing down Khan’s soldiers, killing them and killing the black clad Sacred Guardsmen, but more kept coming and coming, shooting and moving and brandishing swords at close quarters, cutting down the resistance in the plaza until the brothers themselves were holding the line. There were so many enemy targets Joel had ceased firing in bursts and switched to full automatic. The barrel of the SAW (Squad Automatic Weapon) glowed orange – a sign of overheating – and he ran out of ammo.

‘We need to reload!’ Joel yelled at his brother Aaron.

Aaron checked the ammunition box. ‘We’re out of ammo!’ he yelled.

The bullets thudded into the sandbags in front of them. The brothers took cover behind the sandbags, slumping to the ground. The young Stump fighters to their rear laid down covering fire. Aaron burst into tears. ‘We are going to die…’

Joel flipped through the pages of his pocket Bible. His finger landed on Zechariah 12:10, a verse the two witnesses had repeated more than any other: ‘they will look to me whom they have pierced; and they shall mourn for him as one mourns for an only son.’

Joel recalled that Jesus expanded on this scripture during his Olivet Discourse: ‘But immediately after the suffering of those days, the sun will be darkened, the moon will not give its light, the stars will fall from the sky, and the powers of the heavens will be shaken; then the sign of the Son of Man will appear in the sky. Then all the tribes of the earth will mourn, and they will see the Son of Man coming on the clouds of the sky with power and great glory. He will send out his angels with a sound of the trumpet, and they will gather together his chosen ones from the four winds, from one end of the sky to the other.’[vii]Joel looked at the darkened sky above and saw a shaft of light break through the cloud canopy, in the shape of a cross. A very clear outline of a massive Christian cross, that even appeared to have a man crucified on it. Joel was overcome with emotion.

‘Look, Aaron, it is the sign of the Son of Man, the sign that precedes his coming!’

The enemy ceased firing, momentarily. Joel saw the teenage Stump recruits and the grizzled Mossad and Shin Bet men around him bawling, crying and wailing for Jesus as they realised that he was their Messiah. The scales had been removed from their eyes, simultaneously. A few of them were shot by the Olive Branch soldiers, but most of the latter were also busy gazing at the heavens.

‘Lord Jesus, save us!’ they cried all throughout the city, the civilians and the resistance alike. The chorus could be heard even above the roaring of the flames and the crackling of the rifles. And thus the scripture was fulfilled: ‘I will pour on David’s house and on the inhabitants of Jerusalem the spirit of grace and supplication.’ (Zechariah 12:10).

***

Khan’s forces had broken through the IDF bulwark in the Siq gorge. They had cleared the minefields by throwing grenades down in advance of their infantry, which had created some extra rubble that slowed their progress. The gorge was now impassable for vehicles, so the Olive Branch soldiers had to proceed on foot, clambering awkwardly over the mounds of rubble and rock.

Segen mishne (Second Lieutenant) Shimon waited until the maximum number of enemy personnel were in the narrowest part of the gorge. He had a clear view of the column’s progress through the gorge from his vantage point on top of the cliff. His olive-green uniform and face were covered in dust, and he lay prone, making him barely visible from down in the gorge. As the enemy point-man was about to leave the killzone, Shimon pushed the button on his remote detonator. The C4 exploded at the top of the cliffs. Then came the landslide of rubble, filling the gorge. More than fifty soldiers were crushed beneath the falling rocks.

Moshe dispatched a squadron to shoot at the survivors. A burly IDF Sergeant Major manned a SAW machine gun emplacement and gunned down the enemy as they struggled to help their fallen comrades. Shimon and the other soldiers on the clifftops opened fire with their M16’s and M4’s. Shimon lined up his iron sights with another body and squeezed the trigger. The man dropped. And another. And another. Each Israeli soldier eliminated dozens of Olive Branch soldiers in the killzone, but still they kept coming.

Moshe and his team threw smoke grenades and retreated to The Treasury, where they would make their last stand. There they found almost everyone inside praying ‘Lord Jesus, save us!’ As the Iraqi and Iranian soldiers came through the smoke, and Moshe’s men started picking off targets, he suddenly knew that conventional warfare was hopeless.

Even after all the damage they had done to the enemy, they just kept advancing. Moshe only had one mag left, and the men under him had even less ammo; many were reduced to their sidearms. Sure, they could hold off the enemy for another minute or so, but further gunfire wouldn’t make any real difference to the outcome.

Everything Moshe had heard read from I AM COMING SOON, all of the preaching of the Rabbi Kravitz and the Christians…. Moshe’s resistance finally broke. He ordered his men to stop shooting. He fell to his knees and joined in the prayer: ‘Jesus, the Son of God, save us!’

Suddenly, as he was saying the rabbi’s prayer, Moshe felt the Spirit of God descend upon him: a feeling of calm and peace as the living water (John 4; Jeremiah 2:13; Isaiah 44:3) flowed directly into his skull, and into his soul, from some secret reservoir. From that moment on, Moshe felt the tangible presence of God within his head.

The other Israelis pleading with God gradually stopped as well, and from the faraway look in their eyes and the tears streaming down their faces, Moshe knew that they too had received the Body of Christ and been saved. Desperation had pushed Moshe to believe in the hope of Jesus and his gospel message, but in that moment, he knew beyond any doubt that Jesus is God, and that he would come to save them.

As the enemy advanced, and the bullets ricocheted off the pediment of The Treasury, the sound of a baby crying could be heard. In a side room off The Treasury’s main chamber, Leah had finally given birth: the doctor was cradling the baby in his arms. The infant was screaming and covered in blood. Leah was soaked in sweat and tears, bleeding profusely and pale as a sheet. It had been a traumatic birth, but she was still alive.Moshe could see the Olive Branch soldiers running toward The Treasury. They were unsheathing their swords to butcher the remnant at close quarters.

An exceedingly loud trumpet was heard, reverberating off the rocks. The hairs stood up on the back of Moshe’s neck. It was time.

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[i] Judges 7.

[ii] Matthew 3:2.

[iii] Isaiah 26:16.

[iv] Zechariah 13:8.

[v] Zechariah 13:9.

[vi] Zechariah 13:9.

[vii] Matthew 24:29–31.