I think John is right on in post #6.

So, if Pres. Monson entered the navy one week after his birthday, he began his service on September 3, the day after the war ended.

Enlisting in the Navy (“Then they asked us to sign on the dotted line. I turned to my father and said, ‘What should I do, Dad?’ In a voice choked with emotion, he replied, ‘I don’t know anything about the navy.’”)

As I was growing up, our family, in the springtime and in the fall, would drive to Provo Canyon. We boys were always anxious to get on the fishing stream or into the swimming hole, and we would try to push the car a little faster. In those days, my father drove an old 1928 Oldsmobile, and if he went over 35 miles an hour, my mother would say, “Keep it down! Keep it down!” I would say, “Put the accelerator down, Dad! Put it down!”

Dad would stay at about thirty-five miles an hour all the way to Provo Canyon, until we would at times come around a bend in the road and run straight into a herd of sheep. We would come to a standstill as hundreds of sheep would file past us, seemingly without a shepherd, a few dogs yapping at their heels as they moved along. Way in the rear we could see the horse—with not a bridle on it, but a halter—and the sheepherder. He was occasionally slouched down in the saddle dozing, as the horse knew which way to go, and the yapping dogs did the work. (Inspiring Experiences that Build Faith, 13)

Uncle Elias (“My own father, a printer, worked long and hard practically every day of his life. I’m certain that on the Sabbath he would have enjoyed just being at home. Rather, he visited elderly family members and brought cheer into their lives.”)