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Rome, December 1944.

An army truck carrying Iota platoon weaved its way through the back streets of the ancient city. Inside, fifteen men huddled against the cold. Sargeant O'Malley drove in a seemingly random direction, but lost he was not. Seated in the back the men shivered, for these were the dregs of the army, the soldiers who just didn't fit; they had been called up and sent to a war that they did not understand. These men, while not bad, were simply a hazard to themselves and those about them. For most the men in the back, the truck had been their home for the last six or more months.

The evening grew darker, and a chill wind blew in from the northeast, promising a very cold night ahead. The truck slowed and then went across an old bridge and into the dark alleyway beyond. Emerging from the gloom, they entered a small, hidden piazza, lined with old buildings. The truck stopped outside what looked like a very old and abandoned church.

O'Malley swung down from the cab and banged the side of the truck.

"Wakey-wakey! Time to shift your asses."

O'Malley walked up to the church, pushed open the door and disappeared inside. The men grumbled and began to gather their meager possessions. By the time the men disembarked, O'Malley was waiting for them. They trudged inside to find a small hall where they were going to be camped for the next week or so.

Then much to their delight, they saw stacked in one corner a bundle of camp stretchers.

"Get a stretcher and set yourselves up in two rows, down each side," barked O'Malley. "You do know what to do, don't you lads."

It took twice as long as it should but in the end, two more-or-less straight lines of camp stretchers were laid out, and most had bodies reclining in them.

One of the younger men, Verrilli, stood up and looked about.

"Cor, Sarge. Them there paintings look like they are very old, angels and such like, what do you reckon? Do you think it maybe it's the vestal virgins? I'd love to meet a vestal virgin. Maybe we could have an orgy."

"The last thing you need is a vestal virgin, you dumb bunny. And, as you are up, you just volunteered to go out and find some firewood for the fire, and take Floyd with you too."

Floyd was a small guy, but very strong. He looked like he had just turned eighteen when he was in fact twenty-two. He grumbled as he got to his feet, then grabbed a couple of backpacks and threw one at Verrilli. The two of them headed out into the chill of the evening.

A quick search of the piazza revealed nothing combustible, so they began to explore the side streets. After about twenty minutes they began to realize there was nothing burnable anywhere near where they were. Then as they began to work their way back to the piazza, they spotted an older woman struggling with a large bundle of firewood.

The bundle crashed to the ground as the two men looked on.

"Just our luck, hope she knows where we can get more," commented Floyd.

The woman looked at the two men, and then her eyes locked with Verrilli. Slowly he nodded, then started to walk towards her.

"We need to help her take this firewood to her home."

"Are you nuts, Verrilli? We need to get firewood for us, not help her."

"If we help her now, we can get more than enough firewood after; it will only take a few minutes, trust me on this."

"Damn it, Verrilli, the Sarge will be wondering where we are by now. Bloody hell, alright, the sooner we get this old bag's firewood done, the sooner we get back." He started to load his backpack with the spilled firewood. "What's up with you and helping her anyway?"

"I don't know, I guess she reminds me of my gran, but there is something more. I just don't know, but we need to do this."

They trailed along behind the woman, their backpacks full of firewood. Soon they arrived at an old villa; they discovered it was very close to the piazza where they had set up. They delivered the firewood and then the woman turned to them.

"Thank you for your kindness, you have passed the first test." She knelt before her fireplace and suddenly flames began to crackle on the grate, giving off a burst of warmth. "I will see you again in a day or two, you shall have another task to perform, to see if you are ready."

The woman looked them up and down. "Go back to where you found me, then take the right turn to the bridge. You will find the wood merchant there. Tell them Nonna sent you, take as much as you need."

The two men departed and backtracked, they quickly found the wood merchant. They both were sure they had passed that way earlier, but somehow they didn't see them there. They delivered the message and the man helped fill their packs as well as giving them both a sackful to carry back.

They both expected an earful for taking too long when they returned, but the Sarge seemed surprised that they were back so soon. They unloaded the firewood and then set about building cooking fires in the old fireplaces on each side of the hall.

The Sarge set the watch for the evening, and then they dozed off, feeling comfortable and warm for the first time in a few months.

The next morning they woke to find the hall still modestly warm, embers still glowing and the fires quickly reignited when kindling was placed on them. Outside a slate grey sky sent flurries of snow over the landscape.

O'Malley got them all up then told them it was a repair day, a chance to sew on lost buttons, polish boots, and to get their uniforms into some kind of presentable state. There was a chance to write a letter back home, then as the day wore on, a chance to have a snooze. A dispatch rider came and went, then everything was quiet again.

During dinner, the topic turned towards ancient Rome, and then descended into the idea of having an orgy, just like the old times. O'Malley shook his head; he knew his boys had been without any comfort for a long time, but it would be next to impossible to get an orgy going for them. He wasn't even sure if there were any street ladies anywhere close, but he decided he would ask the next day.

The next morning dawned fine but very frosty. Inside the hall it was still warm, the fires doing a much better job than expected to keep things warm, and the firewood was lasting very well too. A dispatch rider arrived and departed, a packet of letters from back home finally catching up with them.

There was also a dispatch from the HQ wanting the platoon in full uniform at midday. There was no reason given, just the details of where and when they were to present themselves. O'Malley made sure everyone was ready, then he drove their truck back to the headquarters.

The men were taken in for a physical check, then they were sent through to a big hall, where a number of the staff were waiting for them. There they were all ordered to strip off and then they were given a bundle of clothing to put on. They were all amazed to find they were to dress up as Roman Legionnaires. Even O'Malley was decked out in the uniform.

They spent the rest of the day in the outfits, then in the evening, they found out they were to serve in the officer's mess, while there was a big celebration taking place. They all were warned to behave and to ignore any potential trouble.

The evening passed, O'Malley keeping a tight rein on his men as much as he could. Fortunately, most troubles were kept well at bay, only a rather drunk Major making a fuss, then the men were taken back to their truck for the ride back to their quarters. They realized they did not have their normal uniforms with them.

They arrived back thinking their place would be cold, but were happy to discover the fires burning brightly. The firewood had been stacked next to the fireplaces, and an evening meal was cooking, but the place was quite deserted.

After their meal, they set about getting ready for the night when one of the men gasped and call out, "Sarge, there's a ruddy great spear under my stretcher." A mad scramble occurred and then calls about the same discovery; soon everyone was pulling out spears and looking them over. O'Malley bellowed out and got everyone to stack the spears into a corner.

As Verrilli was getting into his bed, he discovered a handwritten note. He looked it over then took it to the Sarge. O'Malley looked it over then called everyone to attention.

"I don't quite know who or what is behind this, but it's a warning. Apparently, we have passed the second test; I have no idea what the first test was. Now, there are to be some visitors late tomorrow, and we are to guard them, but we must be in the Legionnaires outfits, and we are to only use the spears as our weapons. I'll see if I can find anything more in the morning. Good night."

They all settled back down again, with two still on watch. The fires, banked down with embers, kept the hall warm. For their third night, the platoon was able to get a good night sleep, but they now had a warning it was not going to last.

Early the next morning the dispatches arrived, including a requirement to dress up again that afternoon in the Legionnaires outfits. Nobody was impressed and there was a lot of grumbling. O'Malley sorted it out double quick by telling them they need to clean their new uniforms, and whoever did the best might be let off duty later that evening. He also sent Floyd and Verrilli out to get more firewood.

Shortly after a brief lunch, O'Malley got them all to change. The Legionnaires outfits were a bit awkward to wear and having bare legs wasn't going down very well.

A staff car pulled up outside and the Major from the dinner scurried up the steps and went inside. He went bright red with anger as the men fell into lines beside their beds.

"What the Hell do you all think you are playing?" he bellowed harshly. "I want these men changed and ready to go in the next two minutes. We are a war and I'll have the head of anyone who is not ready."

"Major," O'Malley responded, "we have been given orders to wear this uniform, I have the dispatch right here."

"And just who the hell sent you those orders?"

O'Malley handed over the order he had received. The Major looked them over, going even brighter red.

"Special duties? What the hell? This is a setup, a fake to try to get out of doing your duty. I'll see about this," he snarled. "Who the hell is Colonel Fechelli?"

"Colonel Fechelli would be me," came a new voice from the doorway, a husky woman's voice, and everyone turned to look. "Stand down, Major, I will be taking responsibility from here."

There was a brief, intense staring match between the two officers. Then the Major looked away.

"I don't like what's going on here, I will be back!" He stormed off.

The new Colonel looked about. "Sargeant, these men must have their spears at the ready, from now on. Lose your spear and you could lose your life. I mean it!"

O'Malley called for the spears to be given out, soon everyone was trying to get used to holding them. O'Malley took them outside and then marched back and forth across the small area under the watchful eye of the Colonel.

After about ten minutes the Colonel started to make then go through a series of exercises in defense using their spears, and to everyone's amazement, they actually got it their positions right and their spears all pointing the same way. The tried a variety of different positions, each time they tried they seemed to get it right.

They were called back inside for a briefing, and the Colonel faced them. "Gentlemen, I am Colonel Fechelli, of Rome's Imperial Guard. For this evening, you will all be members of the Imperial Guard. It is not an honor, but honor can be yours if you will put your lives on the line for us. You have given me the opportunity to achieve something that has not happened for a very, very long time.

"There will be forces that will try to stop what is going to happen, and it up to you men to make sure the event remains uninterrupted. These forced are unusual, and your current war weapons will not work against them, only the spears you have been given will be effective. And, alas, I fear that those trying to disrupt us also includes a certain Major."

She turned to O'Malley. "Secure this room; nobody else enters until I tell you otherwise. I will be back in an hour."

True to her word, she arrived back just as the hour was up. She made a quick inspection, then talked briefly to O'Malley. Then she turned to all the men as they tried to stand at attention.

"Members of the Imperial guard, I need you first to be an escort, to guard a number of personnel and bring them back to this church. After that, you must protect them as best you can. What you will face will be unusual, to say the least. But I believe you are the chosen ones to carry out this task," she turned to O'Malley. "I need twelve men for the escort; the others must guard here."

"Carter, Smithie, you are here with me. Verrilli and Floyd, you are to lead the escort."

O'Malley set the escort up and they proceeded to the door ready for their duty. Once outside they set up two lines with the Colonial behind the first pair. A brief look back saw the remaining three on guard outside the church.

They moved through the streets until they came again to the wood merchant; there a figure joined them, dressed in a long overcoat, but it was clear that this was a younger girl.

After that, they crossed the bridge and disappeared into the gloom of the late afternoon. Another couple of figures joined with them, and Verrilli realized that they all were quite young or youngish girls. The next one to join the group was a woman that Verrilli though could have been mid-twenties. Then they were heading back towards the piazza and church.

Their last stop was at Nonna's house and she joined with them, she stood for a moment before the first pair and smiled. She briefly acknowledged the Colonel, then took her place in the escort.

On their way back there was a number of people viewing them from doorways and windows. A few seemed to cheer.

They arrived at the piazza the same time that a Jeep did. The Major had returned, and he was doubly angry, for he was unable to find out anything about the Colonel. He also had two military police officers with him.

As they marched up to the old church, they could hear the Major going right off, demanding that they get changed and ready for duty within the next two minutes.

The Colonel stepped forward and again addressed the Major. "That will do, Major. Stand down, I am in charge of this group for this evening. I do not want then disrupted in their duties to me."

"This farce is over, I don't care who you think you are, but you are an impostor. Your time is up; I want these men tonight and I will have them, and have them now."

"No, Major, you will not. These men are now under my command. Do not interfere with what I need to do. This is your final warning."

"Enough of this, carry on, I am in charge here," he exploded, turning to the Military Police. "Arrest this impostor, and then get these men into proper uniform."

The two officers moved forward, but then one stopped as his eyes widened and he stuttered.

"Oh, Mother of Mercy, she is... she is with the Imperial Guard, Major. Sir, this woman is actually a Colonel, She is who she said she is. We must not interfere. Sir?"

"This is crap!" bellowed the Major. "I will have no more of this nonsense. I want these men, and I want them NOW!"

The two Military Police Officers looked at each other, then both turned towards the Major.

"Major, we regret that we are unable to carry out your orders as they stand. This Colonel's authority overrides your command. We can not and will not interfere."

The Colonel stepped up. "Major, listen to these men. Go back to headquarters and get a good night's rest, these men will be ready in the morning."

The Major realized he was unable to do anything more. The two officers joined him and they departed.

The men then escorted their protectives to the old church, but when they got inside they found the place transformed. Their bedding was no longer visible, and the church back wall had vanished, making the whole place much bigger. At the far end, there was a large fireplace along with a number of what looked like religious items.

The Colonel addressed the men, getting them to form up in a protective position guarding the doorway, then giving them a dire warning to be very vigilant against strange and unusual creatures that might appear before them, and that they had to prevent them from passing.

The small group that had been escorted then set about arranging things in front of the fire. Then they began to sing, a soft, spellbinding song that made the men feel lethargic. The room began to get very warm and they all felt drowsy.

Then a mouse scurried along one of the walls and a harsh cry of "Kill it!" echoed through the room. Carter thrust his spear out and caught the mouse, but instead of stopping, it suddenly changed and grew into what looked like an oversized rat. Several more spears flashed and then the rat burst into wispy smoke and vanished.

All the men were now on high alert, having watched what had just happened. It was fair to say they all now had a feeling of fear as well as a feeling of determination. This was not something that had ever thought possible.

A second mouse approached and Verrilli drove his spear hard into it, cutting it in half. The mouse burst into a ball of thick smoke and then drifted away. Then there was a moment of silence, as everyone began to scan the area in front of them.

The song finished and then there was chanting from behind them. Light and shadow flickered behind them, giving the room an eerie feeling. The men found it easier now to focus, keeping and good eye out for anything unusual.

About ten minutes passed before Floyd called out, pointing his spear at a shadow that was against a wall. "That shadow, it is not right."

Several spears thrust out, but none had any effect. Then Floyd knelt down and swung his spear out on an arc, There was an unearthly screech as the spear hit home. Several more spears flashed and found their mark, a dim glowing creature appeared, then burst into smoke and flames, then wafted away.

A few minutes later there was a sudden rush of half a dozen mice, running helter-skelter towards them, Spears flash and lunged, four down, five down, but one was evading their attempts. The mouse raced in between their legs, avoiding and being evasive as it scampered along. Suddenly a spear caught it as it was almost through, O'Malley cutting it in half, but also catching one of the men on his foot.

O'Malley rearranged the lineup of men but kept the basic shape of the defensive line, but moving the injured man further back. They scanned the room again, keeping a careful eye out to the shadows as well as the floor.

A few minutes later a call came again, "Shadow!"

Both Floyd and Carter swung their spears, it was very effective at catching the creature, more spears thrust and flashed out, then it was gone.

Soft singing began again, and then men found it harder to keep focus, but focus they did, as they foiled three more shadow creatures in the next few minutes.

They had a couple of minutes reprieve, but then another creature that seemed to be made of glowing smoke approached them, and the best they could do was to keep it at bay.

They fought hard to keep the creature from getting closer, then O'Malley had an idea and got a cup of water, and threw it at the creature. The creature pulled back as the water hit it, and then the men were able to drive it off.

There was a short break and the men were able to get a drink and they set up a few flasks of water just to be ready.

Three shadows then made an approach, but they were quite quickly sent packing before another couple of glowing, smoky creatures made an appearance. There was intense action and the men began to fall back against the pair of them. Water was again used to help, but with two at the same time, it was proving much more tricky to defend against them. More water finally made the difference and the creatures were slowly driven out.

The background singing change into a chant and the room grew warmer as flames flickered behind them.

Then a new creature appeared before them and the men felt real fear as it appeared to be some kind of demon. It had an ape face with horns, a thick bull neck, a heavy torso and a pair of stumpy, lizard-like legs, and it seemed to be smoking as it gave off an awful stench. The creature's hide was very tough, as the men quickly found out as they attacked it as best they could.

The men tried water and a variety of tactics to stop the creature, but it was very hard going. The fight went back and forth in the hall, while sweat run down their bodies as they tried very hard to find a spot that would or could make a difference.

The church door suddenly swung open and in burst a handful of soldiers along with the Major in the lead. The creature turned to see what was going on, and for a moment exposed its back. A couple of spears shot out and caught the back of the creature's leg joint. The creature screamed and tumbled to the floor.

"Get out, get out now!" Bellowed O'Malley.

The new soldiers very quickly turned and fled, leaving the startled Major behind.

While the creature was hurt, it was still very dangerous and started to head towards the Major. The men also realized that the Major was basically defenseless against the creature. Floyd and Verrilli broke formation and raced to the Major. They kept their spears ready and hoped they could protect the unwanted interloper.

The creature suddenly stood up and leaped directly at them. The two men braced their spears and aimed at the creature's chest. The impact caused the men to skid back hard against a wall, taking the Major with them. Then the rest of the men were there, attacking the creature's back and sides. Then finally O'Malley charged in against the creature's side, the spear going in deeply.

The creature screeched and then began to smoke, flames erupted from its body, then it glowed and vanished. A moment later the room brightened and became very warm, then it eased back to a cozy glow.

The men began to fall back and get back into the defensive line again. A few were feeling a bit tender and had a few bruises to show for their efforts. The Major had been knocked out and was flat out on the floor, but otherwise was unharmed.

"Stand easy men, you have done us proud. Thank you," Colonel Fechelli spoke to the men. "We have now completed what we need to do here. Without your help in keeping the spirits and imps at bay, we would have had to abandon the ceremony. The order of the Vestal Virgins is renewed."

The men began to relax and started to chatter amongst themselves, while the Colonel and O'Malley chatted for a moment.

"I think a bit of a celebration would not go astray, I think your men have earned a bit of time to relax and have some company too." The Colonel turned and made her way to the door. "I'll be back in ten minutes."

True to her word, the Colonel arrived back along with quite a few others, bring food and wine with them. Soon the place was buzzing with chatter and a little laughter. The newcomers seem mostly to be younger women, and it was explained that most the men of the area had gone off to war, with one side or the other. A number were missing or would never return.

Verrilli found himself chatting with a quite pretty lady, Gabriella, while Floyd chatted with Anna, and it was noticed that the Colonel had taken a deep interest in O'Malley. A number of others seemed to be catching a few others' eyes as well.

Soon there was more than just chatting as couples started to pair off and find some time to get together. There really wasn't much chance of privacy, but everyone just ignored what was going on next to them, while they tried to go about the same thing on their camp stretchers.

Joe Verrilli and Gabriella snuggled together as they smooched each other. Joe's hand found her small but firm breasts, and soon after his other hand slipped up under her skirt to her thighs. They pulled the blanket tightly over them as Joe managed to work his way into her. It was a fairly quick coupling, but very relieving for them. Anna and Billy Floyd were doing much the same next to them.

While not exactly an orgy, it was a lot of fun and relief for the men. The wine and the stress of battle made them all drowsy, and most started to settle down for the night. Several of the men were double-bunking with a blanket over them, enjoying the chance for a little extra time with the ladies.

The next morning the men woke groggy and alone, and the church looked much the same as the first time they'd entered. There were no signs that anything had happened the previous evening.

An early dispatch had the men scrambling as they were to join a convoy heading out just after dawn. Soon the fifteen men of Iota Platoon were huddled against the cold as their truck weaved its way north.

They arrived at a big camp, where they assisted with the supply of weapons and materials going up to the front. They all worked hard for the next few months, they were now a part of the long supply chain that was making further breakthroughs.

The war was over, and soon men were working their way back south to the ports to be sent home. The fifteen men of Iota platoon sat sweltering in their truck as they made their through the countryside, First, they would stop off at Rome again for a few days, then go on to Naples to board the ships that would carry them back to America.

On their last day in Rome, the platoon received a summons, which was then followed by a few brief formalities, as well as the men receiving their official discharge from the army.

                ~~~ 000 000 ~~~

Fort Campbell, Kentucky. 8th May 1965, VE Day, Twenty Year Celebration.

"Hurry up, Michael O'Malley, you don't want to be late."

"I'm ready, Helena, and yes, I have them with me."

Sargeant O'Malley walked out of the bedroom and faced his wife. She gave him an appraising eye and nodded. "The others are all here?" she inquired.

"Yes, although I have not heard from either Carter or Floyd since we arrived; however, they were both due to arrive this morning."

"It's great that we all can attend this time, a good chance to catch up with everyone. Well, it's time to go."

They stepped out and went to join the tens of thousands of others that were there to celebrate the Victory in Europe Day. O'Malley followed the notice he had been sent by the organizers, and after about a twenty-minute walk he arrived at the designated place for the Iota platoon.

There were warm greetings as the members arrived; at first there were nine, then another couple arrived, Carter and Verrilli. The last to arrive was Floyd, with only a few minutes to spare. They had a quick check and final spruce up of their uniforms, then they all added a small medal with a blue and white ribbon.

They stood at attention, and then at ease when it was called out. Speeches followed and then there was a general inspection by senior staff. There were, however, far too many veterans to see them all, so the staff chose at random as for where they wanted to go.

For nearly an hour the Generals moved from place to place, visiting companies, and platoons, chatting and hearing stories. Then a General made his way down a back corner of the parade grounds and stopped in front of Iota platoon.

O'Malley called his men to attention, and with a snap the did so.

The general asked a few polite questions about the men, and then he noticed the unusual medal each of them had on.

"I see you have a medal that I am unfamiliar with, can you please explain what the medal is for?" Enquired the General.

O'Malley took a deep breath, "Sir, these medals were presented to us for special duties we undertook while we were in Rome."

The General nodded briefly, then asked, "Are they Italian medals? I know most of the world's current medals, and I can say, I have not seen the likes of that you have on."

O'Malley turned to his men, who all in one nodded their agreement to tell the General. "Sir, the medals are from the Imperial Roman Guard."

The General looked puzzled for a moment, then he looked briefly at the men and nodded again. "Yes, so it is true; I had heard rumors that there was a platoon that did special services while in Rome, but no one could figure for what or where. Congratulations, men, wear your medals with pride."

Soon after the men and their wives gathered in a huge marquee. There were warm greetings as both Anna and Gabriella rushed to catch up on the last few years. Then, as the official photos of the group were made, six women stood together, centered on Colonel Helena Fechelli, as the official 'war brides' group of Iota platoon.