WITH regards to the Dresden letters and comments, when I was a lad and had been woken up yet again by the siren during the early years of the war, neighbours and families would stand at the bottom of Green Lane, Acomb, and look across Hob Moor to the south-east, watching Kingston-upon-Hull being bombed night after night by the Nazis.

We feared for the safety of uncle Ned Fowler, who was station master at Paragon throughout the war. Many other towns and cities were blitzed in the same way – and worse.

Later, we took great delight in watching the hundreds of Halifaxes and Lancasters from the many Yorkshire stations assemble above western York in the evening, on their way to take revenge on the enemy.

I know how I felt in the years up to 1945, and how pleased all of us were to be celebrating the fact that justice had finally been done.

Phil Fowler, Bramble Dene, Woodthorpe, York.