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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... Robert Ross - they look away . " He's dead , " they tell you . This is not news . “ Tell me about the horses , " you ask . Sometimes , they weep at this . Other times they say : " that bastard ! " Then the nurses nod at you , much as to ...
... Robert Ross - they look away . " He's dead , " they tell you . This is not news . “ Tell me about the horses , " you ask . Sometimes , they weep at this . Other times they say : " that bastard ! " Then the nurses nod at you , much as to ...
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... Ross with Clinton Brown from Harvard !!! Nothing in Clinton Brown from Harvard's appearance warrants three exclamation points . He was only one of Peggy's many beaux . Robert is in this picture too , seated on the steps of the South ...
... Ross with Clinton Brown from Harvard !!! Nothing in Clinton Brown from Harvard's appearance warrants three exclamation points . He was only one of Peggy's many beaux . Robert is in this picture too , seated on the steps of the South ...
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... Robert Ross devel- oped very quickly . I was shocked , of course . Dismayed . It seemed inhuman . Barbara never went again to Taffler . But Robert did . Thank God . It was now , in this period , that I heard the story of Robert's ...
... Robert Ross devel- oped very quickly . I was shocked , of course . Dismayed . It seemed inhuman . Barbara never went again to Taffler . But Robert did . Thank God . It was now , in this period , that I heard the story of Robert's ...
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