A Junior Roman solider made entries into his diary about the events of the crucifixion.

could not stop them. A scarlet robe,  a crown of thorns and a stick looking like a wand awaited in the corner of the hall. Sergeant Griffin placed them neatly on him and then the whole company was ordered to one by one kneel before him spit on his feet and say long live the king of the Jews! It was pure torture of the man and should never have happened. I used to have different perspectives about the Jews but I looked at that man with the highest respect that day. Suddenly the Sergeant major grabbed the stick from him and smashed it over his head, shattering all the thorns and pushing them into his weakened skull. He was forced to the ground where everyone kicked him. We were then ordered to place his own clothes on him and lead him out to be crucified. The large cross awaited on the donkey’s carriage. “Jesus Lift your cross!” called the sergeant. He was bleeding badly and so weak. I helped him carry the cross for most of the journey until a man approached and the Corporal forced him to carry the cross. We left down the sandy road once again until we reached Golgotha. I offered Jesus the wine and pain relief mixture but he refused to drink it. He looked afraid scared to death. Jesus was ordered to lie upon the Cross, where I was forced to nail him upon it. The screams of pain and anguish! I sobbed harshly during and after was beaten by the company for refusing to place the other nail into his wrist. I lay upon the stone with a broken nose and a badly body. The rest of the company heaved up the cross and Jesus screamed as the pressure was placed on his arms and legs. His clothes were divided with dice and the cross was engraved with, “This is Jesus, the King of the Jews!” I lay asleep while the other prisoners that had travelled with us were also crucified left and right of Jesus. He looked at them with pity as though he had no power to help them, event though he was in dyer need of assistance. I was ordered with the corporal and another solder to watch Jesus and the other bandits for a number of days until they finally breathed their last. Dear Diary, I am currently at the site of Jesus’ cross. People have been visiting all day from miles just to jeer and laugh at him. The accused him of being Gods son and questioned him why he could save others but not himself. They asked that if he could build up the  temple and build it back up again why couldn’t he remove himself from the cross. I had heard stories about him but never realised that this man was as important as I had previously thought. This placed more grief upon me and made me concerned that he really was the king of the Jews. Chief priests and elders from the temple came to visit him. They questioned his authority and didn’t believe that he was the king of Israel or Gods son. “He saved others but he cannot save himself!” One of them said. They mocked him and insulted him Jesus just clenched and took the pain. Event he bandits to the sides of him laughed at his stupidity. Dear Diary, After a number of days on duty guarding Jesus, he finally passed away. Today was miraculous and events that struck the heart of the nation were recorded. The country filed with darkness at noon. After 3 hours Jesus suddenly cried out, “my God, my God why did you abandon me?” People started to ask was he calling out for Elijah and thought hard about what would happen. A man approached him and attached a sponge onto a large stick trying to give him something to drink. After a few minutes Jesus cried his last. The earth shook violently and rocks broke apart on the surface, graves were risen and people appeared from them. It was a true miracle. I realised that he really was the son of God. And am God fearing about my punishment to this very hour. Women approached who were following Jesus and told about a storey within he Temple of the holy of holies curtain tearing in that same hour and the Priests fearing Gods Presence throughout the land.