This isn't by any means a "ghost story", just something that happened, and I can't really point out a very solid explanation, at least, not a "logical" one.
I was still in the army at the time, just prior to the war in Lebanon. I was back at my place during one of the weekends in which I was off, and I found a dog-tag that soldiers wear. We have our names and designated numbers on them.
Anyways I found such a tag and on it was a name "Eli Ezer", on my desk. I did not put it there, I didn't get it from my bag. It was just there, I know no one by that name- I have a good friend named Eli whom I haven't seen for a good few months but it wasn't his number or last name. Another weird thing about it was that it had another letter, sort of dented/carved into it, so it looked like "Eli Ezara". It was obvious that it was added, because it looked so different than the original scribe- in Hebrew, the word Eli is "my God", and Ezra means "Help".
I wasn't sure what drove me to it, but I prayed.
The next day my friend Eli's(whose tag was with him, I asked) D9(D9 is a big armored tractor, it's purpose is to clear possible mines or explosive charges) was directly hit by a anti-armor shoulder-missile.
The missile hit well and hard, but the only injury he sustained was to his arm, and the injury was not permanent. People later told him that they really had no idea how he even managed to survive.
I never told him of this, I don't think I will. I imagine he will look at me strange and say I was insane.
It's just one of those things that make you wonder