WHAT a selfish race of people we have become.

How many of our young men, who lay dying in the mud in the two world wars, would have missed the comfort of that last drag on that last fag if there had been people like Paul Thomas around then (Letters, November 12)? It wouldn't save their lives but what enjoyment and comfort that last cigarette must have given them.

My father loved a smoke because it made his otherwise dreary life bearable. The trouble today is that people like Paul Thomas have everything they want, but cannot live and let live.

I don't smoke, but I don't begrudge the fact that other people do.

RITA JONES (Mrs)