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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... Man's Land . Robert was more perturbed by the turning of Levitt's pages . He wished the tarp was open , no matter how cold it might be . The smoke from the brazier burned his eyes . He was fearful of the fumes from the coke . Men had ...
... Man's Land . Robert was more perturbed by the turning of Levitt's pages . He wished the tarp was open , no matter how cold it might be . The smoke from the brazier burned his eyes . He was fearful of the fumes from the coke . Men had ...
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... Man's Land . It was now a hundred and fifty yards behind the British line . But the advance and its success was ragged . The Ger- mans had counter - attacked in places and many prisoners had been taken . It was also said that a number ...
... Man's Land . It was now a hundred and fifty yards behind the British line . But the advance and its success was ragged . The Ger- mans had counter - attacked in places and many prisoners had been taken . It was also said that a number ...
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... Man's Land , they could fire at the backs of troops advancing against the opposite corner of the ridge . The casualties were terrible , rising in numbers by the hundreds by the day . It seemed to be an impossible objective and it was ...
... Man's Land , they could fire at the backs of troops advancing against the opposite corner of the ridge . The casualties were terrible , rising in numbers by the hundreds by the day . It seemed to be an impossible objective and it was ...
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