Going back to wartime experiences, I remember a friend of mine, when her house was bombed, she went to see the damage. The only thing standing upright was her wardrobe. Her first words were "Thank God, it looks as though my clothes are still safe" (very important at that time of coupons, and acute shortage of clothes to buy, anyway).

When she opened the door her clothes were all shredded rags. The blast had opened the door and the window glass had been blown inside, cut up her clothes, then another blast must have shut the wardrobe door and the wardrobe remained quite intact.

Blast did a lot of peculiar things. Sometimes it actually saved lives, just leaving the person confused and very bewildered.