In my time spent either researching, or just being told by other family members, I have found out about many stories, many of which are quite funny, about my family's experiences in the war.
Laurie was sleeping in his camp one night, and the soldier next to him would always keep his arms stuck outwards and behind his head, Laurie got tired of this, as he kept getting hit in the head by the other soldiers arms, so he flipped around, with his head at the foot of the bed. Little did he know that the night wasn't to be so peaceful. In the night, there was a German raid on the camp, (don't ask me how it didn't wake Laurie up, I have no idea) and when he woke in the morning, he found a piece of shrapnel in the bed, right between his legs, right where his head would have been if he kept sleeping in the same way as before. So I do indeed owe my life to a man who slept with his arms behind his head.
One day, as Laurie was serving in France, he met up with some American soldiers in a town, the soldiers gave him some hard candy, something which he probably wouldn't have gotten in the British army. He took the sweets, and a pear he was given by a French farmer, cooked up the sweets and covered the pear in the liquidated sweet. He said it was one of the sweetest, and most sickly things he'd eaten.