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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... waited . The trumpet wailed and hooted further and further off in the green . The fog was full of light . Robert heard wings above them and around them . The birds were coming back . There was also the sound of lapping - of movement out ...
... waited . The trumpet wailed and hooted further and further off in the green . The fog was full of light . Robert heard wings above them and around them . The birds were coming back . There was also the sound of lapping - of movement out ...
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... waited . - - What would save them — if it did — was an image that had come unbidden into Robert's mind from a dull winter classroom long ago . It was an image clear and definite as the words themselves : two tiny bottles poised side by ...
... waited . - - What would save them — if it did — was an image that had come unbidden into Robert's mind from a dull winter classroom long ago . It was an image clear and definite as the words themselves : two tiny bottles poised side by ...
Page 191
... waited for it , he would not arrive till midnight and that might mean he'd lose his chance at a room in the small hotel . Robert thanked the man and petted the dog goodbye and walked down the road with the sun coming up on his right ...
... waited for it , he would not arrive till midnight and that might mean he'd lose his chance at a room in the small hotel . Robert thanked the man and petted the dog goodbye and walked down the road with the sun coming up on his right ...
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