My great great grandfather lived near the train station, where he spied on the trains. He got caught by the Germans and went to prison. However, on a certain day (the birthday of the emperor or something), the Germans were in a good mood and let all the prisoners go. He stayed home for the rest of the war, his bakery went bankrupt, and he developed an alcohol addiction.
Another fun war story: my great great grandmother (not the wife of the guy above) got shot and killed right after the war ended, by Germans who were pissed because they lost the war.