My friend told me a story about his uncle Manny, who was a WWII vet, and like a second father to him.
It seems Manny, in WWII, was out on the town with the boys from his unit, and met up with some girls. Not wanting to get in any trouble, they all gave false names to the girls. Trouble was that Manny fell in love, and it took him more than a month to tell her that his name wasn’t really Henry.
His wife called him Henry until the day he died this past year. My friend just gave his brand-new son a middle name to honor his uncle Manny.
The baby’s middle name is Henry. Now this might not have made you choke up like it did me, but it was nice to be able to write a story about true love!
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