Swamped

You think back to your youth - which is technically now. You had to deal with more than a few elderly townspeople at the hospital, and you remember something they usually brought up.

The occupation.

It wasn't a very long occupation - the army left within a month, apparently out of discontent for their commander more than any acts of defiance by the townspeople. But it certainly seemed like everyone old enough to remember it had a story.

The town is short on official rememberances, though, probably because it was over so quickly. There's a plaque at the town hall commemorating it, you think. Which means an out-of-towner would be confused about it.

Well, it's a start.

"When exactly did she leave, again? Was it before the occupation, or after?"

You don't see any obvious signs of confusion, but it does seem to take her a while to answer.

"Even if it was before, I bet a group like this wouldn't care. They'd probably stage a scene with her chasing off soldiers. Bet it'd be a big hit with the crowd."

She said "soldiers". That's interesting. The elderly patients you talked to always used a more colorful nickname for them.