He had a brother who died when he and mom got married, who was only 21. Seven years later, they gave their first born his brother's first name.
So far, I've more than doubled my namesake's age (48), and I have no intentions of stopping!
He was overseas since North Africa in 43 and did not get home until late 45, he married my mom and had 7 children, sending two of them off to college before his death.
Not bad, dad, not bad at all.