The WarsClarke, Irwin, 1977 - 226 pages In 1915, Robert Ross, a young Canadian, enlists in the army as an officer. His experiences of life in a training camp, of the trenches in Europe, and with death, are vividly told. Some strong language amd explicit descriptions of sex. Winner of the 1977 Governor General's Award for Fiction. 1977. |
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... dugout with no ventilation . Coke had a dreadful smell . It wasn't any- thing like the comforting smell of coal that , for Robert , was the childhood smell of winter living rooms where great blue chunks of cannel - coal had burned all ...
... dugout with no ventilation . Coke had a dreadful smell . It wasn't any- thing like the comforting smell of coal that , for Robert , was the childhood smell of winter living rooms where great blue chunks of cannel - coal had burned all ...
Page 130
... dugout with a brazier . Robert had done no more than make the introduction - spoken briefly to the sergeant and the cor- poral and left them . This was normal procedure when there were no specific firing instructions and the front was ...
... dugout with a brazier . Robert had done no more than make the introduction - spoken briefly to the sergeant and the cor- poral and left them . This was normal procedure when there were no specific firing instructions and the front was ...
Page 134
... Dugout , thinking if he could only get to some place he recognized he could pull himself together before the ordeal of putting in the gun beds . 7:30 a.m. Levitt was stony calm . It was almost disconcerting . He only complained that ...
... Dugout , thinking if he could only get to some place he recognized he could pull himself together before the ordeal of putting in the gun beds . 7:30 a.m. Levitt was stony calm . It was almost disconcerting . He only complained that ...
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