[imported_Fluffy_Bunny]

I remember reading a story about a soldier in the First World War, he got out of his bunker to go see his mates, found their bunker, had a chat for a few mins and then left and went back to his original bunker. When he got there the thing had suffered a direct hit from an artillery shell and was completely demolished. He thinks to himself, 'damn that was close'. and heads back to his mates bunker. When he gets there that bunker also had a direct hit and is completely demolished. The author then goes on to say that it was these freak acts of fate and chance that was the reason for so many soldiers still being alive.
I spose in war that kinda shyt happens all the more often.