My grandfather fought in Kouviras war. Just a number in an army that seemed unstoppable at first. Once he left after Kouviras surrender, no one wanted him. Some thought he was too dangerous, and others just thought he couldn't be trusted. He was homeless, and would have spent the rest of his life on the streets, if it wasn't for my grandmother. She worked as a waitress in Ba Sing Sei, and would see him outside the restaurant every once in a while. So, one day, she decided to invite him in and buy him a meal.