I was born at Fort Riley, Kansas. Two of my little Army Brats were born in two different States and one was born overseas.
I have always taken pride in being an Army Brat, as do my children.
Grandson #2 was born at Fort Riley also, on a cold early February morning. We stayed at a motel in Manhattan. It was 10 below that day - we appreciated the heated seats in our rental car. :-)
Funny story about that birth. Both my daughter and son-in-law were with the Big Red One. On the day she went into labor, she had to bring herself to the Army hospital because he was out in the field. At admittance, the lady kept asking her who was her sponsor. "I am" she said. "No, dear, I have to put down your husband's name." My daughter was in uniform and assumed that was a sufficient clue for the clerk. She kept pointing to what she had on. Eventually the lady got it. "Oh! She smiled," and admitted her. I guess there weren't too many couples at Fort Riley where both were in the military.