For the fortnight previous to the advance of September 25, the 6th Camerons had been resting at La Beuvriere. On Thursday, the 23rd, orders were received to move up towards the firing line. That day we marched as far as Drouvin through a violent thunderstorm, and there we billeted over-night. Next day all packs were handed in and stored there. Only twenty officers were to go into the firing line, and those left behind were here given instructions about sending up ammunition, etc. Friday night was spent in a long communicating trench running past Philosophe. Very few got any sleep, disturbed as they were by the booming of the guns and by frogs which infested the trench. To add to the general discomfort a drizzling rain fell throughout the night. This period of inaction was most trying, and it was with a feeling of relief that the Battalion moved up to occupy the front British Lines. The attack had begun, and any doubts as to its immediate success were soon dispelled by the arrival of two large bands of German prisoners who passed through our lines evidently not displeased to be out of the melee. In an incredibly short time word was passed down that “the Jocks are at Loos towers.” It was passed, not as an ordinary message, but as a matter to be wondered at. The advance had been phenomenally quick; too quick perhaps; for those in the next sector had been held up, with the result that the left wing of the 46th Brigade was in the air. Our turn had now come, and with A Company leading we advanced in line of half companies towards the left of Hill 70. Passing through Puits 14 bis we were met with a perfect hail of bullets. The enemy was on the point of advancing in large numbers to attack the thin line which held the road from the pit to the base of the hill, but, our line being now reinforced, they thought better of it and turned about. Just as they got to the crest of the hill our machine-guns came into action and caused great destruction. The line was soon reorganised, and as far as was possible each man dug head-cover for himself. While it was yet light it was courting disaster to expose one’s self, but many a man left his meagre cover to attend to a wounded comrade. The doctor had his dressing station immediately behind the pit, and there he worked like a Trojan till the place was shelled the following morning.
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