Into the inferno

Families boiled alive as they hid in water tanks and fleeing survivors trapped in molten tarmac… 75 years on, the most horrifically vivid account you’ll ever read of the Allied bombing of Dresden – by a British PoW who saw it all

-> During the final months of WWII, Allied forces bombed German city of Dresden
-> British rifleman Victor Gregg was one of hundreds of men being held as a PoW
-> On the 75th anniversary of the bombing, this is his eyewitness account

Victor Gregg, Rick Stroud – Daily Mail Online Feb 12, 2020

During the final months of World War II, from February 13 to 15, 1945, Allied forces bombed the ancient, cathedral city of Dresden, in eastern Germany.

The bombing was controversial because Dresden’s contribution to the war effort was minimal compared with other German cities — though it was a key transport junction and used by German forces to defend the country against Soviet forces approaching from the east.

Before the huge air raid, it had not suffered a major Allied attack. By February 15, however, it was a smouldering ruin — 2,400 tons of high explosives and 1,500 tons of incendiary bombs were dropped on the city. An unknown number of civilians, somewhere between 35,000 and 135,000, were dead.

British rifleman Victor Gregg was one of hundreds of men being held as a PoW in the city by the Germans. On the 75th anniversary of the start of the bombing, this is his eyewitness account of the devastation he left behind.

Huddled in a crowded German prison, my mate Harry and I watched day turn into night through the glass cupola above us. It was February 13, 1945.

We were both condemned men, awaiting our turn for execution. But Harry didn’t seem to care.

‘Something will turn up,’ he said. And it did.

At about 10.30pm, the air-raid sirens in Dresden — one of Germany’s most beautiful cities — began their mournful wailing. None of our guards seemed to take any notice. The inhabitants thought that as long as the Luftwaffe kept away from Oxford in England, their own city would never be bombed.

Suddenly, the sirens stopped. Then flares filled the night sky with blinding light, dripping burning phosphorus onto the streets and buildings. It was then that we realised we were trapped in a locked cage that stood every chance of becoming a mass grave.

The heavy pulsating throb of hundreds of heavy RAF bombers began to fill the air, getting louder by the second. Petrified prisoners wailed and banged on the doors, but our guards had by now all hot-footed it to shelters.

By February 15, Dresden, in eastern Germany, was a smouldering ruin — 2,400 tons of high explosives and 1,500 tons of incendiary bombs were dropped on the city. Click to enlarge

After serving for six years as a rifleman, I’d volunteered for the Parachute Regiment in 1944 — chiefly because they promised us extra leave.

I’d experienced so much fighting by then that I thought of myself as indestructible. So I had no presentiments of death when I was hurled from a plane that September, along with a few thousand other men.

We’d been chosen to fight the battle of Arnhem in the Netherlands, which ended in a major defeat for our side.

Along with the other lucky ones who survived, I was marched into German captivity laughing and joking. By that stage of the war, my mind was conditioned to accept that killing was normal.

We ended up in a German work camp to the south of Dresden. My mate Harry and I had to work each day in a soap factory, about eight kilometres from the camp. As we had to walk there and back every day, we were given wooden clogs.

Eventually, Harry and I managed to sabotage the factory by causing a short circuit in the electrical system. The whole place caught fire and the building collapsed in a crescendo of smoke and flames.

After that, we were marched in front of the officer in charge of Dresden police, who told us there were strict penalties for sabotage: we were to be taken to a place where we’d wait to be executed.

For the first time since I’d joined the Army, I felt the floor moving. The sod was going to have the pair of us shot! We were taken by car to a building in the centre of Dresden, and thrown into a huge room.

A couple of Yanks there told us that the Germans took 30 men away every morning, and that was the last anyone ever saw of them.

Soon the fireworks began. Harry suggested to me and the Yanks that it might be a good idea for us to kick some of the other prisoners away from the wall and get down as low as we could to give us a better chance of survival.

Flares were still making their way to the ground when the first of the bomber streams flew over the city, dropping thousands of incendiaries and the first of the bombs. A whole string of them hit the ground, one after the other in rapid succession — like a drum roll.

Through the glass cupola, the sky changed from bright white to a dull red glow that danced, getting brighter and brighter before fading and dying. Without warning, around four incendiaries burst through our glass roof, shredding the men underneath.

The phosphorous clung to their bodies, turning them into human torches. Nothing could be done to help them. And then about 30 minutes into the raid, a bomb blew in an entire wall of our prison.

All I can remember is being picked up by a giant hand that threw me nearly 50ft to another part of the building. Then everything went dark.

When I came to, I managed to free myself from some fallen beams and lumps of stonework, and stumbled over the debris towards where I’d last seen Harry. I found him sitting against a wall, covered in dust and motionless. He was dead.

I covered Harry up with his coat and stumbled out of the building — now shaking and slowly collapsing — and found myself at the centre of a huge bonfire. The heat was ferocious.

Dresden’s old timber-framed houses were, one by one, succumbing to the fire, and most of the wreckage was landing on top of the cellars that people were using as shelters. Trapped in what were effectively ovens, they slowly roasted to death.

Some of the other prisoners had also made it out of the building. We were all in shock, with some screaming from the pain of their injuries. Only about a dozen of us were fit enough to walk.

As the noise of the planes died away, people started to appear from the few houses that were still intact, while other survivors clawed their way up through huge mounds of rubble.

The flames became more intense. Many people climbed into huge concrete water containers erected by the city authorities.

Once in, it was impossible to climb back up the smooth-faced concrete sides, and men and women were trapped in water that slowly rose to boiling point. I was now part of a small group that had bonded as a unit, though we didn’t know each other.

We stumbled along the remains of a wide avenue, surrounded by fires and mountains of red-hot wreckage. What saved me were the clogs I’d been given me to wade through snow to the soap factory. The soles were so thick that I managed to walk unharmed through red-hot cinders and burning rubble.

Finally, we found ourselves in open fields, and followed a railway line towards a station, from which a huge column of smoke and fire was climbing into the sky. We were intercepted by about two dozen firemen in uniform.

Their leader, a German officer, immediately selected those of us he judged most fit and tried to march us back towards the city. When three of our group refused to follow, he pulled a pistol from his holster and shot two of them at point-blank range. The third man started running as fast as he could to catch up with us.

About 30 of us, armed only with picks and shovels, marched back towards the flames. But we were stopped by the scorching heat.

Instead, we ended up fixing bits of wood to our picks and shovels to turn them into stretchers for the injured. At about midnight, our leader marched us back to the railway line, where reinforcements and a food wagon had somehow been shunted in.

Soon the sirens started their terrible wailing again, and I heard the throb of hundreds of heavy aircraft bearing down on us. There was no longer any need for flares to guide these bombers to their target: the whole city had become a gigantic torch.

As for Dresden itself, it had no defences, no anti-aircraft guns, no searchlights, nothing. Like a great car park in the sky, the heavens were suddenly full of aeroplanes, their outlines reflected in the glow of the flames.

The bombs they dropped this time were so big that we could see them falling through the air, then demolishing whole blocks of buildings in one explosion.

Even the incendiaries were much larger: instead of the metre-long sticks of the first raid, we were now subjected to enormous four-tonners. When they hit the ground, a ball of fire blossomed, incinerating everything within a radius of nearly 200ft.

Only 500 yards of open land separated us from the heart of the city, yet not one bomb landed on us. Even so, our bodies shook as the ground vibrated. Worse, we felt ourselves being sucked towards the inferno by a huge force as air rushed in to replace the vacuum caused by the blasts.

After half an hour, the second wave of bombers started to thin out. Everything that could burn was alight — even the roads were burning rivers of bubbling and hissing tar. Huge fragments of material were flying through the air.

As our German officer marched us towards the city again, more horrors came into focus. We could see people slowly being sucked into a vortex and then, with a final whisk, lifted up into the sky with their hair and clothing alight.

Some of the victims of the Allied holocaust in Dresden. Click to enlarge

We could also hear the agonised screams of victims as they were roasted alive. Coming towards us, a small group of survivors tried to cross what had once been a road, only to get stuck in molten tar.

One by one, these unfortunates sank to the ground and died in a pyre of smoke and flame. Even the railway line was a mass of twisted steel. As more buildings collapsed, we were enveloped by a new, huge blast of heat, and the air became so hot it was painful to inhale.

The city was now a mass of flame rising into the night. There was nothing we could do, so we marched away and bedded down for the rest of the night.

Day two. When dawn broke, new gangs of men were already filling up huge craters along the railway and relaying the track.

After some hot soup, black bread and coffee made from acorns, I joined a team of 40 men — all selected by the German officer. I didn’t mind: even if he was the hated enemy, he represented order among the chaos.

We trudged into the embers and started shovelling masonry in the hope of uncovering cellars where people had sheltered.

The officer noticed I was struggling and in pain. He gently lifted my shirt to reveal a mass of blisters across my back, then sent me to one of many aid centres that had sprung up outside the city.

It was while I was being attended to by a German doctor that the sirens started yet again. This time, it was the Americans. They must have known Dresden had no defences, because their fighters flew down almost to street level.

Only a few bombs landed in the burning city centre; most of their 1,000lb bombs were targeted at railway yards. I joined the rest of my group again for the heart-rending job of opening the cellars, dragging out what was left of the people inside and piling them up for burning with oil and petrol.

In the majority of cases, the victims looked as though they’d died peacefully through lack of oxygen, but the ferocious heat had shrivelled their bodies.

Day three. Again, I joined the crews unearthing shelters under tons of rubble. It usually took a couple of hours to force our way in. Many of the men were unable to bear the sight of the corpses, some so brittle that any attempt to move them resulted in a cloud of ash.

Day four. Two new leaders took over, one of them a boy in SS uniform carrying a Schmeisser machine pistol. They directed us to a small square that was now a bed of ash at least four inches thick.

The first three shelters we uncovered were empty, but further examination of the third revealed a tunnel leading to another shelter. After using timber to shore up this tunnel, we finally broke through in the late afternoon — and found four women and two small girls huddled together and still alive.

Even the guards cheered themselves hoarse. It took an hour to get the survivors to the surface but we all felt like heroes. Sadly, this was a one-off event. In spite of all our back-breaking toil, this was the only time I found anyone alive.

That evening, I was told I’d be joining a batch of British PoWs, unless I wanted to continue the rescue work for another day. My first reaction was: ‘Good, can’t wait to get back to my own mob.’

Then I thought: what if the Germans found out that I was condemned to death? So I stayed.

Day five. We were given orders to try to break into one of the main communal shelters. As it was so close to the raging flames, we were accompanied by a water truck with bags of wet rags and towels.

We found ourselves faced with a still-smouldering, 20ft-high heap of rubble. It was so hot that we had to take turns doing 20-minute shifts. Finally, a German officer told me, ‘Come Tommy’, and handed over a 5ft crowbar.

The door was a massive affair bolted from the outside — which had been the general practice to prevent overcrowding. This was OK in theory, but if there’s nobody left to unbolt the door, the people inside are in trouble.

The heavy metal door opened slowly to reveal a horrific sight. There were no complete bodies, just bones, fat and scorched articles of clothing. We quickly closed the door.

I sneaked out before dawn the next morning, making my way towards the north side of Dresden.

No one challenged me as I walked against the people moving westwards, pushing their most treasured belongings in small handcarts, prams, anything on wheels.

They were trying to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the advancing Red Army. As the morning grew lighter, it seemed the whole of Germany was on the move. By the end of the second day, I’d walked around 40 miles.

As I write this now, I am 93. The sheer horror of what I witnessed remains burned into my memory, impossible to extinguish, and sometimes still wakes me at night.

I have every respect for the brave lads of the RAF who flew those bombers. But it’s my belief that in the act of destroying the evil of the Third Reich, we committed terrible evils ourselves.

Postscript. On the third day of his trek, Victor was picked up by the Russians, who tended the blisters on his back and gave him new clothes. About two months later, they dropped him off at a transit camp, where he was told to board the next plane to ‘Blighty’.

After the war, he had numerous jobs — including long-distance lorry-driver, chauffeur, author and spy. He celebrated his 100th birthday in October last year.

Adapted from Dresden: A Survivor’s Story, February 1945 by Victor Gregg with Rick Stroud, published by Bloomsbury at £5.99. © Victor Gregg 2019. To order a copy for £4.80 (P&P free; offer valid to 27/2/20), visit or call 01603 648155


7 responses to “Into the inferno”

  1. Bad tongues whispers: the deads were not 35000 to 135000, but around 250000, maybe more. There were not military in Dresden but countless fugitive from the very East Germany. After the bombing squadrons of British fighter planes flying low machine-gunned the remaining civilians trying to run away along the river in search of some air and coolness. There were more deads in Dresden than in Hiroshima. For all the deads RIP

  2. Imagine a world without jewish lies.

  3. Princess Diana went to Silfield primary school, this still exists and is at 85 Gayton Rd near the Q E hospital. Norfolk England.
    The head gardener there, i cannot remember his name, but he said as British troops pored into Germany at the wars end, he was shocked at the total appalling desolation,with very few buildings still standing, the whole country was one big bombsite.
    This man as a young British soldier said he was part of a team who had to go round with flame throwers, kick in the doors to the cellars and ignoring any screams, give a 30 second burst into all cellars.
    He said he was following orders, the whole team were, but on kicking in one door heard a small baby cry, he called out, “come out come out now” !
    and a stream of starving dirty frightened German women with babies and small children came out blinking in the sunlight.
    He realised that there were no German men, all either dead or captured, and the FT Team ( flame thrower team ) had been burning women and children, he said the Russians and Americans were the worst shooting hundreds maybe thousands of surrendering German troops and civilians
    Those close to Churchill had told the FT Team that the killing of Germans was the most important goal of the war, he said no one really took much notice of Churchill as most orders he gave were when drunk, he later forgot what he said and changed the orders, this man said the ordinary soldiers hated Churchill.
    Its interesting with the recent Zio-encyclicals that the white Anglo-Saxon race must be exterminated, and it endorses what the old gardener to the School said when he was on the Flame Thrower team.

  4. Black Day in Jew Lie

    Gordon Lightfoot – Black Day in July
    Chainsawmillerman from Gruesome Grizzom wrote:

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    Voltman wrote:

    The fact that the Chinese were present in North, Central and South America before the arrival of Christophe Colomb…should come as no surprise. (Christ De Colon)

    The Chinese had figured out that it was more profitable, not to mention saner and more civilized, to make commerce with the locals, rather than shoot 90% of the natives while they raped and plundered their way to “Manifest Destiny”.

    I don`t think the UN was around back then…Do I need to insert an LOL?

    The remaining 10 % were put on reservations, concentration camps, death camps, work camps, “residential schools”, swimming pools, movie stars… Eventually, the remaining ones got TV’s with The Beverly Hill Billies.

    Some slaves were “re-educated” by nice jewsuit “priests”, judas priests, and assorted bringers of the “Word of God”, so everyone would come to know that God is a semite…Do I need to insert an LOL here too?

    Some natives, I heard it said, were shipped to the King of Fuckingham Falace so he and the Queen of Farts, along with the Royal Pompedos and their zewish financiers in the House of Rot Child in The Citi. (within the city of London), could fiddle and diddle about the moments that make up a dull day. You know they fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.

    Meanwhile, back in Montana, the settlers were hustling and bustling and blowing them there savages to Kingdom Come while most of these pious pioneers went to Church on Sunday and got some cheap forgiveness and salvation to boot. It was also very good for business to show up in church and virtue signal the good ole fashion way.

    The murder of these Palest-Indians could only have been done by faithful believers in the Word of God since their God is the dreaded and feared genocidal maniac in sheep’s clothing called YahWho…

    Like his modern day counterfart, Bibitte Sathan YahWho, The faithful believers in religious and political fairy tales declared themselves holier than them there savages, and hence gave themselves permission to eradicate them in the name of freedom, the Son and The Holy Ghost, and to sing the praises of America the Home of The Brave and The Land of The Free.

    And The Faithful Believers in Americanism, went to war, after war, after war…ever since and now that they’re a debtor *NATION* of astronomical proportions, they believe it is quite acceptable to threaten Iran, Russia, China, etc… and the whole world with Full Spectrum Dominance, Ignorance and Stupidity… fill in the rest of the paragraph yourself.

    Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town,
    Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

    And then one day you find ten years have got behind you,
    No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

    So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking.
    Racing around to come up behind you again.
    The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older.
    Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

    Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
    Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines.
    Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.
    The time is gone, the song is over,
    Thought I’d something more to say…

    – Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour and Voltman
    February 14th, 2020
    “The leading economic advisor to the United States told President Trump himself that “if you are the Chinese and you want to really destroy the United States, just stop sending us antibiotics…”…”

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    The Beaver:
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    The Beaver:
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  5. Horrifying but fascinating story centred around the allied war crimes, the greatest crimes of the war. A couple more comments: the writer Victor says they were condemned POW’s. Well of course you’re condemned to execution when you sabotage that countrie’s war effort. Victor near the end speaks of the evil of The Third Reich. That’s strange, it was the Third Reich and its leader that tried to prevent WW2, while that truly evil Churchill(with help from Roosevelt, Stalin and Zionist bankers), did everything to successfully lie their own people into hating and killing their fellow European brothers and sisters.

  6. @Stephen my sentiments also. In my opinion Victor is just a brainwashed old twat. Churchill started WW2. The RAF were cowardly scum that murdered countless millions of German Christians to continue the evil work of the Bolshevik/Khazarian satanists. Hitler and his close associates were traitors also. The rank and file German soldiers were the true heroes of WW2 as defended their homeland with great bravery. And then another Satanic bastard Eisenhower comes along and let’s over 10 million of them die in the Rhine Meadows concentration camps!! The elite are nothing but Satanic psychotic Khazarian masquerading as “Jews” (no such thing).

  7. British Secret Service Men know that at least 550000 thausand People where killed in Dresden . Other experts nowadays say that at least 847000 Peole died because the Inhabitants of another German City , BRESLAU , had fled to Dresden an got killed there in the Bombing . In Germany nowadays the Goverment is telling People that only 25000 People died . That of course is such a Bullshit that one can only be ashamed about hhese Lies . Even Germanys Prime Minister is telling these Lies . If at all there is only out of Britain or America some Truth coming out .
    CHURCHILL is the bigest WARCRIMINAL , he is the Butcher and Massmurderer of Europe .