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You are heading toward the parish, dragging a burlap sack behind you. There are three pots in it. Your mother is doing her part for the coming war. She is making a worthy donation of her pots. There is a real need for aluminum: her pots will become a warship.

You are proud to be a cog in this bit of alchemy.

Plus, it gives you hope. You imagine a pot slicing through the waves and destroying the enemy instead of hanging around in the oven.

One day, you too will turn into a warship.