A few years ago, I spent some time in and around Arras, staying in a hotel in the centre which, unbeknownst to me, had acted as a Safe House for his regiment, confirmation of this roughly carved in to the wall surrounding the property; this is shown in the Alf Worcester’s attachment. It was a strange feeling to think that, perhaps, my grand pa may have been in that building possibly 100 years before.
Not much detail I’m afraid, but all that I have to confirm his heroism