I learnt from him that things were not going so well north of Loos.
Early in October, 1915, had come the news of the British advance at Loos.
A wiring party in the Loos salient—twelve men just out from home.
In the battle of Loos however all the interest was centred on men, men personally.
At the time of the Loos attack it did really seem that the Big Push had come.
Thus he met his death (riding on horseback, I understand) at Loos.
I saw him later, during the battle of Loos, after its ghastly failure.
Some of them had to fight against their nerves on the way to Loos.
On the way to Loos a company of Scots came face to face with a tall German.
They were barraging the ground about Loos fiercely and continuously.