He’d been so young, perhaps no older than twelve or thirteen—but he was pointing a gun at me, the insignia on his red sleeves shining. My memory has blurred away the details—in my mind, the emblem is now nothing but a smear of silver.
$10 it's the insignia she almost but not quite remembered on the prisoner's chest. BONUS if that's the actual prisoner XD
Edit: DUUUUDE
