I just recently received a photo of the CP that was hit by the V-2 on 17 March 1945. It was a three story building and what you see is the building all collasped into the basement. You can see the smoke rising from the bomb just behind the house and in the upper left you can see the guys starting to search for those buried under the rubble. Unreal....
Just goes to show luck (fortune, whatever) plays a large part in war. The most training and badassery in the world can't help you when you are attending a meeting and a V-2 makes an unwanted appearance. My grandfather told a story of a similar story in Anzio. He left a tent (billeting, I think) and minutes later it was blown up. Not sure if it was aerial bombs or Anzio Anne, but it was gone and several of his mates were dead. He just missed it by a little. Fortunately for me (and my 4 aunts and uncles that were born after he returned), he had somewhere else to be.
All a matter of right place. A few seconds CAN make or break your life. Thank God he walked out of that tent, or you and I would not be talking right now.