The child’s name is long, but it’s also a sign of what the future holds – not because another’s name can’t be instantaneously changed, but because only a child can embody the passage of time that makes up the situations they’re in and all they’ll have to go through.
The child gains a name, and in the process, a nation is lost. He knows someone will eventually have to lose anyway, since that’s a consequence of war, but he still prepares himself for the heartbreak and heartaches that will come, even if he tries his best to prevent such events from happening. A nation will become placeless and faceless, like a baby regressing into the womb where his presence is acknowledged but not known.
Plans will be made, cries will be shouted, and people will be prepared, even though everything will be fruitless in the end.