nduct in
leading the charge was quite fearless, and his most splendid
example was the means of rallying and inspiring the men during a
most critical hour.

"Later on in the same day the enemy had penetrated to within 300
yards of the village, and were holding a timber yard in force.
Colonel Anderson re-organised his men after they had been driven
in, and brought them forward to a position of readiness for a
counter-attack. He led the attack in person, and throughout
showed the utmost disregard for his own safety. The
counter-attack drove the enemy from his position, but resulted
in this very gallant officer losing his life. He died fighting
within the enemy's lines, setting a magnificent example to all
who were privileged to serve under him."

Among the first to join the 17th H.L.I. was Captain W.H.
Anderson, a man widely known and highly respected in Glasgow
social and business circles. He was with the Battalion during
most of its training at Gailes and Troon, and before embarking
for Service in France was gazetted as Major in the 19th H.L.I.
He served with the same rank in the East Surreys till invalided
home in March, 1917. On his return to France he was transferred
to an H.L.I. Battalion, becoming Lieut.-Colonel, and shortly
afterwards was killed in an attack at the head of his men of the
12th H.L.I. as recorded above.

Sergeant JAMES Y. TURNBULL, V.C.

It has been said of James Turnbull that he began to win his V.C.
at Troon. He was a born leader, and always a fearless champion
of fairplay. He towered above the average man in strength of
character as he did in stature, and he was always the same
unassuming and genial "Jimmy." He was a fitting embodiment of
the ideals of the Seventeenth. A big man for a big occasion--and
the big occasion came along on the 1st of July, 1916.

The position of the Battalion was that of a wedge driven against
the iron of impregnability, and the driving force suddenly
withdrawn. At the thin end of the wedge Sergeant Turnbull, with
a handful of men, performed prodigies of valour. From three
sides enemy machine guns swept the position, snipers took deadly
toll, and bombing attacks were constantly launched. Exposure
meant almost certain death. The position was not only desperate;
it was hopeless. Yet it was necessar