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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... Clifford sang old hymns they'd learned at school . They sang at the tops of their lungs and they sang the old hymns because they were the only songs they mutually knew . Clifford also knew an obscene version of " Oh , Susannah ! " which ...
... Clifford sang old hymns they'd learned at school . They sang at the tops of their lungs and they sang the old hymns because they were the only songs they mutually knew . Clifford also knew an obscene version of " Oh , Susannah ! " which ...
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... Clifford Purchas sang while Roddy Taylor - Bennett drank from a bottle of sherry . The Chevrolet's interior stank of cigar- ettes and Florida Water cologne . Clifford dubbed it their " whorehouse on wheels . " Wet Goods ' windows were ...
... Clifford Purchas sang while Roddy Taylor - Bennett drank from a bottle of sherry . The Chevrolet's interior stank of cigar- ettes and Florida Water cologne . Clifford dubbed it their " whorehouse on wheels . " Wet Goods ' windows were ...
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... Clifford Purchas said that Robert should send his " love " to Peggy . Robert nodded as though he might but he didn't . He and Clifford had been on the outs since Clifford had borrowed some money and not returned it . Oddly , too , he ...
... Clifford Purchas said that Robert should send his " love " to Peggy . Robert nodded as though he might but he didn't . He and Clifford had been on the outs since Clifford had borrowed some money and not returned it . Oddly , too , he ...
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