My late English master missed out on the Great Escape by fortunately drawing too high a number., either in the 140s or 170s.
His was a war of mixed fortunes. Rescued from a dinghy in the North Sea on about his 4th or 5th mission, only to be shot down again on his 8th. Either his parachute landing in a tree or the subsequent fall to the ground broke his ankle. After a spell in hospital he is sent to Stalag Luft III. Where rejoicing on finally being free from crutches he jumps down the hut steps only to find himself waist deep in sand, also having done his ankle no good.
Being summoned before Wing Commander Herbert Massey he was informed that initial there was no organisation in Stalag Luft III and the place was like a giant rabbit warren hence his unfortunate accident. However now things were organised and if he observed any odd behavior he was to take no notice.
Somewhere out on the web is a note on his dinghy practice and he mentioned as one of the regular female leads in
Stalag Luft III's theatrical performances.