My father z”l was an officer in the American army in Europe in WW2.
He told me that one night when his unit (out in the field) prepared to go to sleep for the night (of course there were men doing guard duty) he decided to set up his sleeping roll about 50 yards away from the regular soldiers, right next to a row of low bushes, so he could have a little privacy. He went to sleep.
In the morning when he got up, he saw that on the other side of the bushes were fresh boot prints from a German patrol that had passed within just a couple of feet of him during the night, but obviously had not seen or heard him.
This may not sound like such a dramatic, miraculous story, but if this miracle had not happened, I WOULDN’T BE HERE NOW TO TELL IT.