Our battalion, fresh from home, all nicely groomed and with new kit,
stepped out whistling "Tipperary." We were on the road to Loos.
Presently towards us came a pathetic procession of wounded men
struggling back, some using their rifles as crutches.
Our whistling had ceased; some faces had paled. Not a word was spoken
for quite a while, until my Cockney pal broke the silence, remarking,
"Lumme, I reckon there's been a bit of a row somewhere."--_Charles
Phillips (late Middlesex Regt.), 108 Grosvenor Road, Ilford._