My mother's father...ready for a home-cooked meal,...filled a case of green glass bottles with petrol and fabric cut from the girls' outgrown blouses.
He was an officer residing in a country not his, representing the interests of our nation at war, outright and by proxy.
Sometimes we are the sum of our actions, and sometimes we are both a root and cause.
That night, my grandfather made weapons in another country's home, and I wonder whether he considered how much imperial power he poured into each of those bottles.
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