In 1961 I flew to Chicago for the first time to take the physical required for my appointment to Annapolis (long story). My father told me to go to an upper floor in the Inland Steel Building and ask for Harry Gottlieb.
I remember a big office and the man who greeted me saying, "You were born on April 22, 1944."
He told me he remembered the date very well because he and my father were hitting the beach together at Hollandia in the Philippines and after they had successfully established the beachhead and set-up their equipment, my dad looked at his watch and said, "I guess I'm now a father."
I was considered overdue and had my mother not gone into labor by that day -- she had not -- Dr Grove was going to do a Caesarian -- he did.
After my father died I got in touch with Harry and for many years, we drove to their side of the state to have lunch with Harry and his lovely wife Jean occasionally, like here at the Rod and Gun Club in Everglades City.
And if you go to the Punchbowl above Pearl Harbor in Honolulu, at the top of the caldera in which the National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific is built is a collonaded mosaic history of the War in the Pacific and on the left, as I recall near the end, is a map of the Philippines with a spot marked Hollandia and the date, April 22, 1944.