Alternative Prompt (CNF)

What's in a name? I know nearly nothing about mine, and yet it holds plenty of stories within. My first name, John, came from my late uncle John. But my father never really talks about him, and I'm not sure how he died or who he was. Although mysteries are usually intriguing and make for good tales, I had never even heard of him until I was around ten years old and saw a picture of him. He was fifteen when it was taken, and he looked surprisingly like I do today. Strange how that type of thing works out. My last name, Binsch, comes from a much more complicated story, involving Italian and German battles. Both sides fought on a battlefield called 'Vinsch,' and eventually the Germans started to call it Binsch for some reason. Many Italians have the last name 'Vinsch,' considering the battle was considered a huge success on their part. However, it seems that my family is the only one left with the German slang of that minor scrap of history as our namesake. Convenient, really, but again not too descriptive. All I know much about is my middle name, Rudolf. This came from my grandfather Rudy, who died when I was almost two years old. He had fought in world war II alongside the nazis, but was in a small, secret organization against Hitler and his followers. It must have been a troubling time for him, disobeying the nazi commander while forced to fight in his army, but he powered through it all and lived to tell the tale. As a pilot, he had taken in several bombs to deploy, but he never actually used one; they were taken into the tiny, nameless organization and kept safely until the end of the war. Rudolf died of a heart attack when he was seventy-two years old, after dealing with lung cancer and several other ailments for twenty years. And I'm proud to know that my middle name comes from an honorable man like himself. History is what's in a name, and those tales (no matter how vague) should be kept close to one's heart for as long as the live.