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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... Bates watching him - chewing at a thumbnail . He jack - knifed . Then he just let himself go and began to slide ... Bates which meant that Bates could not see him . In fact , there was no one he could see except the dead man down by the ...
... Bates watching him - chewing at a thumbnail . He jack - knifed . Then he just let himself go and began to slide ... Bates which meant that Bates could not see him . In fact , there was no one he could see except the dead man down by the ...
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... Bates . The tilt of his head was like a mirror . It showed Bates's progress all the way to the top . And when Bates had arrived and was safe - the German looked back down at Robert — smiling . - - Robert stood up . He waved ...
... Bates . The tilt of his head was like a mirror . It showed Bates's progress all the way to the top . And when Bates had arrived and was safe - the German looked back down at Robert — smiling . - - Robert stood up . He waved ...
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... Bates had to pull him over the edge , falling back with Robert on top of him . The warmth of Bates's body was a shock and the two men lay in one another's arms for almost a minute before Robert moved . He couldn't breathe . He couldn't ...
... Bates had to pull him over the edge , falling back with Robert on top of him . The warmth of Bates's body was a shock and the two men lay in one another's arms for almost a minute before Robert moved . He couldn't breathe . He couldn't ...
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