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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... shells collected light and dispersed it over the battlefield . Fires had been started wherever anything was dry enough to burn . The crater itself was spotted with fires — some around the rim , others down its sides and in its depths ...
... shells collected light and dispersed it over the battlefield . Fires had been started wherever anything was dry enough to burn . The crater itself was spotted with fires — some around the rim , others down its sides and in its depths ...
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... shells had landed while Robert waited to send his message . Luckily , their range was off and the shells were landing to the left of the farmhouse . One or two came fairly close and everyone dived for the floor with a clatter of falling ...
... shells had landed while Robert waited to send his message . Luckily , their range was off and the shells were landing to the left of the farmhouse . One or two came fairly close and everyone dived for the floor with a clatter of falling ...
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... shells began to make direct hits at this moment . One and then another fell on the Signals Office . Robert paid no attention . He just kept running for the gates . He could hear the men who were trapped inside the ruin screaming to be ...
... shells began to make direct hits at this moment . One and then another fell on the Signals Office . Robert paid no attention . He just kept running for the gates . He could hear the men who were trapped inside the ruin screaming to be ...
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