I wish I could tell you more about him. He was my mother’s mother’s brother, a great uncle, but I never met him. My grandmother said she called him “Jumbo,” and she was hoping I would take to the same nickname. As an awkward preteen at the time, I didn’t want to be associated with being overweight. I didn’t hear the love in her request. From what I understand, he was 28 when killed in Germany.