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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... Devlin point blank . " Not in the least , " said Devlin . " The fact is , I'm devoted to fragility . Glass has a certain fineness and brittleness that a man with my bones appreciates . " He laughed . " What on earth is that ? " Levitt ...
... Devlin point blank . " Not in the least , " said Devlin . " The fact is , I'm devoted to fragility . Glass has a certain fineness and brittleness that a man with my bones appreciates . " He laughed . " What on earth is that ? " Levitt ...
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... Devlin . 9 : Devlin and Bonnie went back through the dark with their scarves around their ears . It was a frigid night . The only lights were the stars . Nothing was afoot . On the far horizon to the south towards Verdun there was a ...
... Devlin . 9 : Devlin and Bonnie went back through the dark with their scarves around their ears . It was a frigid night . The only lights were the stars . Nothing was afoot . On the far horizon to the south towards Verdun there was a ...
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... Devlin - both of them rolled like hedgehogs with their heads between their knees . - Finally , when the shells began to land in the barnyard , Robert couldn't stand it any longer and he said to Devlin : " I'm going to break ranks and ...
... Devlin - both of them rolled like hedgehogs with their heads between their knees . - Finally , when the shells began to land in the barnyard , Robert couldn't stand it any longer and he said to Devlin : " I'm going to break ranks and ...
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