Disclaimer – I don't own Band of Brothers or the rights to any of these characters…hence why this is fan fiction. I haven't written FanFic in quite some time, so bear with my silly imagination – and please R&R positive thoughts. Would love suggestions for other characters and what you think!
Also, note yes, some of the events are out of order of the series and I put characters in who shouldn't really be there. And yes, I am aware that some of the women's personalities in this fiction aren't very era-accurate, but I'm making them a rare breed. Otherwise I am trying to keep it accurate to the 40's, but hey, whose perfect?
I assure you, chapter 1 will specify more main characters, this is just an intro really.
And Yada Yada Yada don't sue.
Easy There October
"It's gonna be good times, Web..." Joesph began speaking to an eating Webster. "When we get home I mean... First thing I'm gonna do is get my job back at the cab company in Frisco. Make a killing of all those fucking sailors coming home, you know? Then I'm gonna find me a nice Jewish girl, with great big soft titties and a smile to die for." He grinned. "Marry her. Then I'm gonna buy a house... A big house, with lots of bedrooms for all the little Liebgotts we're gonna be making."
"That's…uh, real nice Joe." Webster replied not really interested in Liebgott's future plans.
It was a bright and fairly warm day out as Easy Company moved forward towards Bavaria. They sang as they traveled to keep spirits up amongst the group. The men were worn from long weeks of ongoing battle and struggle to keep fed and walking. Now that the weather was nice and they were on the move to a new location via transports, each man was in a much clearer better mood.
Not far away another caravan was approaching in the same direction as well, carrying a very different type of soldiers.
"Fuck…are those…" George Luz began seeing the transports on a road parallel to their own.
"…Women…" the short Frank Perconte finished gawking with a toothbrush still in his mouth.
"I didn't even think they let women fight."
"They don't." Ronald Spiers informed them with his usual stone look, "They've got to be the special opps. I've heard of 'em."
"Special opps?" Don Malarky was confused, but interested.
"Means they do shit no one else is doing?" Frank figured.
"What? Like ironing uniforms for the Krauts?" Skip Muck remarked. "No one else is willing to do that!"
"Sort of." Speirs started to explain Frank's question, ignoring Skip. "They could have been spies, but they're in the same gear we are…so I'm not sure."
The ladies had by that point noticed the men riding not too far away from their own transport and a few flashed smiles, while others showed no change in expression at all. "G'day ladies." Carwood Libton was polite and waved a hand.
"Gentlemen." A woman riding high on the front of the open truck nodded.
"Any of yous gals looking for a good time?" Guarnere called out with a laugh.
"We're always looking for a good time, solider!" Called out a smaller female riding high on the bars of the truck towards the back. With that the woman's truck passed on and they got the same response from other men noticing now that females were near by. It wasn't long before the caravan reached the run down, but still fully functioning city right outside of Haguenau.
The town quickly engulfed them, although it was mainly populated with American soldiers resting and eating, being that this was the first spot in a good while that had showers and meals for the men, there was a great amount of excitement in the air.
"Easy! Report to the town square! There will be a briefing!" Winters had Nixon call out as the men piled out of the trucks. The town square was marked by a large statue that was no longer distinguishable of what or who it had been, but its base made for a great stage while the men found themselves some chairs or objects to make into chairs.
"I hope you have some good news for us, Major!" Luz called out when the gist of the men had taken their seats. A fellow company was seated to their right speaking amongst themselves as Easy did. Major Richard Dick Winters stepped onto the wide base of the old statue in the middle of the town and stood near another duo of commanding officers. "Food, showers…going home…something along those lines."
"We'll see, Luz." Winters smiled, and looked up at the approaching company of women.
There had to be nine of them including their commanding officer, wearing the same dirty, beat up uniforms the men did, but smaller. Many of the women still had their helmets on, making them undistinguishable from the men. When they were seated, it was clear that their posture was very laid back and masculine and quite un-lady like, although their Major addressed them as such,
"Ladies – appropriate now!" The female Major walked up and took a place standing next to Winters. Her helmet was off exposing a tightly wound bun of her light brown hair that was becoming loose from travel. She was a tough-looking woman whose personality didn't seem to tolerate foolishness. However, she did seem to leak a bit of a sense of humor, even though she called out with a straight face, "Even if that means holding HornDog down." This got a lot of men's attention…a woman with the nickname of HornDog. "
The women laughed, "You're just being prejudice!" said a female solider, tiny under her helmet.
"That's not prejudice – that's honesty!" a female cracked.
"Hard not to be, Jew." A woman with black dirty braided hair shot at the one responding to HornDog.
"Soldiers!" the Major, whose name was Becker, but known as Mama to her women, yelled and every one of the women went silent. "Briefing!"
At this a General official walked forward to address the three gathered companies "Ladies of October Company! Good work on your advancement. The capture of their base was not an objective, but was a great gain for our troops."
"No problem," A female solider called out. "It was on our way."
"If ya need us to do anything else." The woman whose black hair shown in the sun, also known as Loyola, got cocky. "You know, finish the war, kill Hitler…whatever, you let us know, General."
"It's a female version of Luz!" snickered Guarnere. Luz leaned over to give him a look of 'watch-your-mouth.' "Just sayin'!" Guarnere threw up his hands.
"Yes, private, we will." The General smirked in amusement. "Your reward will be down time here for two days until further orders are delivered." The women cheered as he then turned to face Easy, "Easy Company! Well done in Bastone, you are rewarded this down time as well, until further orders are delivered.
"Showers and meals are available for every soldier, but women shower first, understood?"
"I'm sure they smell worse than us," remarked a lanky female solider, known as Private Plain Jane, to the woman seated next to her. Both chuckled a bit as the General finished his speech to the third company present and dismissed everyone to their Majors after reminding them to keep fighting hard and to get this war over.
Breaking apart into their separate companies, Major Becker look the women towards the showers and spoke as she walked, "Best behavior, ladies." She reminded all of them, "I know its been a while since we've been around men, but remember, they're looking down on you and they think you're weak and should not be here." She cleared her throat, "Do not give them any reason to doubt you, ladies. Show them we're just as tough and qualified as they are."
"And can drink just as much as they can!" Called out Lace the dirty blond also dubbed Horndog as she removed her helmet and began to take out her braids.
"There's going to be booze?" Grace, better know as Capricorn perked up.
"There's going to be booze." Lace turned to wink at Capricorn over her shoulder.
"So Major," Guarnere spoke up, "Since when they be letting broads fight the war? They running low on men or something?"
"No, Guarnere," Winters addressed him and the rest of Easy Company as the other two companies left earshot, "October Company was deployed to France to do special opps missions, but as I have been told, they are currently on the front line being that they are proving to be doing a far better job than most companies." Winters informed the men, "Least losses, best tactics, there could be something to learn here."
"That we should go home and let them fight the war?" Toye made the company laugh.
"Regardless," Winters felt it was necessary to remind the men, "They are still women, show them respect."
"Unless they backstab you," Nixon muttered.
Winters paused, having heard him, looked back at the Nixon he knew was currently very bitter from a letter of divorce ruining his mood. Still Winters added, "Make your mothers proud, men."