The Nova Scotia Highlanders - Battle Honours

Battle Honours

The Nova Scotia Highlanders have received 56 battle honours since the unit's inception.

They are:

Early history

  • South Africa, 1899–1900

First World War

  • Ypres, 1915, '17
  • Festubert, 1915
  • Mount Sorrel
  • Somme, 1916, '18
  • Flers-Courcelette
  • Thiepval
  • Ancre Heights
  • Arras, 1917, '18
  • Vimy, 1917
  • Arleux
  • Scarpe, 1917, '18
  • Hill 70
  • Passchendaele
  • Amiens
  • Drocourt-Quéant
  • Hindenburg Line
  • Canal du Nord
  • Cambrai, 1918
  • Valenciennes
  • Sambre
  • France and Flanders, 1915–18

Second World War

  • Liri Valley
  • Melfa Crossing
  • Ceprano
  • Gothic Line
  • Montecchio
  • Coriano
  • Lamone Crossing
  • Fosso Munio
  • Conventello-Comacchio
  • Italy, 1944–1945
  • Normandy Landing
  • Authie
  • Caen
  • The Orne
  • Bourguébus Ridge
  • Faubourg de Vaucelles
  • Verrières Ridge–Tilly-la-Campagne
  • Falaise
  • The Laison
  • Chambois
  • Boulogne, 1944
  • Calais, 1944
  • The Scheldt
  • Savojaards Plaat
  • Breskens Pocket
  • The Rhineland
  • Waal Flats
  • The Hochwald
  • The Rhine
  • Zutphen
  • IJsselmeer
  • Leer
  • Delfzijl Pocket
  • North-West Europe, 1944–1945.

NOTE: The honours in bold appear on the Nova Scotia Highlanders regimental colours.

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