Zion Johnson made his way home after the first bi-weekly meeting of the newly established "Army of One". Something had triggered a memory in response to the drill sergeant speaking about "being men". Rifling through his small library in his study, he came across the little blue book he was looking for. "Maximized Manhood" by Ed Cole, the title read. He found it easy reading and liked the tough, no nonsense style of laying out the truth. He kept reading to Chapter Two, unable to put it down, and came to a shocking paragraph."If you are here tonight and committing adultery, fornication, homosexuality, incest, or habitual masturbation; indulging in pornography; gratifying yourself with sexual fantasies or any other kind of sex sin, I command you in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth to repent, and be restored to a right relationship with God the Father by being reconciled through Jesus Christ and the power of the Holy Spirit."Zion felt the weight of conviction come over him, dropping him to his knees. He knew his weaknesses. They had haunted him for years and he had resolved that since God refused to remove them, they were a part of his life to keep him humble and remind him he was just a man, weak and worthless without dependence on the power of God. He prayed earnestly for forgiveness and strength to overcome the steady temptations that always appear so regularly.The next morning, Zion Johnson began his early duties at the fire station where he had been a member for the last seven years. He held the position of a hoseman and was cleaning the kitchen as several others came in. He recognized their conversation quiet down into a vicious murmuring as they entered the room and could hear whispers and mutterings mixed with curse words around his own name. Slowly the slanderous buzz disappeared and gave way to normal conversation again.Finishing his duties, he moved to the truck room to dispose of his cleaning rags and began stretching for his morning work out routine. Two other members were glued to the TV/VCR unit and one hollered out, "Johnson, you gotta check this chick out, man! This is what you need to get your old lady red hot!", the two officers laughed in unison.Zion couldn't turn his head quick enough before the image of two naked bodies burned its way into his videographic memory. Shaking his head as if that would help clear out the images, he moved outside to start jogging.On his second lap, a red mustang slowly pulled up alonside him from the rear and rolled along at his pace. Immediately he noticed their beauty as the passenger rolled down her window and gave him an alluring smile. A shot of adrenaline injected into his stomach as the lustful eyes tried to command him. Though it seemed like a slow motion maneuver, it took a grimacing effort to turn on his heels and start running in the opposite direction. It was then he noticed the moon had turned blood red. He remembered something mentioned in the Bible about that, and made a mental note to look it up later.Suddenly , he was joined by three other joggers, two of which had been in the kitchen earlier. One began talking about his elicit rendezvous last night and all the crazy, tantric sex his secret lover was giving him. One of the others asked if his wife had found out yet, and they all laughed together in response.Without saying a word, all three of them raised their right arms and wiped sweat from their beaded foreheads. Zion's eyes widened as he saw each of their three marks. They were behind an abandoned building at the furthest point from the station when they attacked him all at once. Their weight totalling over 600 pounds, freight-trained him into the dirt parking lot. The gravel tore the flesh on his left shoulder and back as he slid to a stop."Let's see your God save you now, cuz that's the only thing that's gonna save your sorry ass.", one of them mocked.He felt the rage building within as he heard them slander his God and Saviour. There was going to be no way out this time, for they had him cornered and were looking to vent their anger. Zion's dad had taught him to be a peacemaker, able to walk away calmly from most rusing, but he also remembered the countless hours they had spent in their barn, sparring and working on the heavy and speed bags. His dad being a former collegiate boxer, enjoyed the training still and mentored his son in extensive detail during the breaks in the day or after the work was done throwing hay, working cattle, or building fence on their small farm.Zion's eyes narrowed as he stood up and dusted himself off.