My Dad O”H was in the army intelligence corps. He had been recruited for this because he spoke many languages fluently and with the exact pronunciation of various dialects within the community (think of speaking Cockney English versus the King’s English). So he was able to gather intel in Germany, both by posing as the common man on the street or as an intellectual higher-echelon type.
He gathered information that a certain Nazi criminal, who was connected with Kristallnacht, was hiding out in his private chateau, and he brought several men under his leadership, to help him capture the Nazi, which they did. While interrogating the man, my father noticed artwork on the wall, pastoral paintings of the man and his wife. One of his men, an Irish Sergeant, was trying to smash one of the paintings (he had a personal animosity towards the Nazis, and wanted to give this one a taste of his own Kristallnacht), but while the glass shattered, the painting remained intact.
Curious about this, my dad went over to take a look at the painting, turned it over and discovered to his horror that it was painted on a Klaf of a Sefer Torah! When he further examined the Klaf and could make out the words, which had been smeared over, he realized he was looking at his own Bar-Mitzvah Parsha, P’ Shemini. He was able to rescue that Klaf and a couple of others, all taken from different Sifrei Torah, and until he died, he went around to Shuls and Yeshivos, telling over what had happened and what he had found.
He also had his own personal miracle when he and several of hi men were riding in a jeep, when the driver inadvertently drove directly over a mine. The explosion killed all the men in that jeep, except for my father, who landed some distance away, without any injury. To this day, we describe it as if he had been plucked out of the jeep at the very last moment, by a malach. We cannot explain his surviving such an explosion, any other way.