Henry was deeply touched by Radar's selfless gesture. Holding the laundry woman's baby in his arms was no substitute for holding his newborn son, but he'd take anything he could get. Radar had been a godsend throughout the whole ordeal; spending hours trying to get the Bloomington hospital on the line and then making sure that Henry could check on the condition of his wife. Damn this war, preventing him from being there for the birth of his son. He looked down at the baby he was holding in his arms and smiled. And for the moment he was happy.