The name was emblazoned plain as day on a simple old nametag. The woman in question befit the name: elderly, heavy set, white curled hair, soft and gentle blue eyes, a tacky sweater with sweats and simple flats.
"Nice name tag." Colin awkwardly said.
"We all had one like it." Getrude said.
"We?" Colin asked.
"Me and the others at the library..." the old woman said before inadvertently dozing off.
Colin tried rousing her with a gentle poke, then a rapid tap, and finally a jab in the shoulder. The old lady bolted awake afterwards.
"I was the only one outside! The blasts rang out everywhere! Fire everywhere! Fire! Fire! BY GOD A LOOSE ARM! A LOOSE, BLOODY ARM!" Gertrude yelled out.
"Woah! Woah! Calm down! Calm down!" Colin said.
"Ahem... well anyway... I hid beneath a bench until the troops found me." the old woman explained.
"Approaching military outpost! Find a partner now!" One of the soldiers yelled out.
Getrude took his hand.
"Would you kindly help an old gal?" she asked.
Colin nodded and lead her to their assigned bunk.