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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... legs were sore . he pulled down his trousers to examine them . “ Good God , " said Ord , " what happened to you ? " Robert explained about the fall . His legs were black and his feet had begun to swell . He was afraid he would not be ...
... legs were sore . he pulled down his trousers to examine them . “ Good God , " said Ord , " what happened to you ? " Robert explained about the fall . His legs were black and his feet had begun to swell . He was afraid he would not be ...
Page 128
... legs were still intact when the blood began to flow again and his toes began to burn with pins and needles . Then there was a sudden cry and a lurch and Rodwell's feet appeared beside Levitt's . A wedge of chicken wire was sticking out ...
... legs were still intact when the blood began to flow again and his toes began to burn with pins and needles . Then there was a sudden cry and a lurch and Rodwell's feet appeared beside Levitt's . A wedge of chicken wire was sticking out ...
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... legs over the lip . He could see Bates watching him - chewing at a thumbnail . He jack - knifed . Then he just let himself go and began to slide towards the bottom . The gas mask came up under his chin and he thought it was going to ...
... legs over the lip . He could see Bates watching him - chewing at a thumbnail . He jack - knifed . Then he just let himself go and began to slide towards the bottom . The gas mask came up under his chin and he thought it was going to ...
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