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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... asked politely . This was the wrong thing to say . The man threw down his hat and began to shout . " Enklesh ! Enklesh ! Vous êtes anglais ? Maudit anglais ! " he screamed . Robert became alarmed . He backed his horse away , but the man ...
... asked politely . This was the wrong thing to say . The man threw down his hat and began to shout . " Enklesh ! Enklesh ! Vous êtes anglais ? Maudit anglais ! " he screamed . Robert became alarmed . He backed his horse away , but the man ...
Page 96
... asked . " That's St Eloi himself , " said Devlin . " You see - he's the patron saint of smiths and metalworkers and I find the whole piece rather attractive . Don't you ? " " Very much so , " Levitt lied . He thought it was the ugliest ...
... asked . " That's St Eloi himself , " said Devlin . " You see - he's the patron saint of smiths and metalworkers and I find the whole piece rather attractive . Don't you ? " " Very much so , " Levitt lied . He thought it was the ugliest ...
Page 101
... asked . " Just don't play Abide With Me , " said 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 ...
... asked . " Just don't play Abide With Me , " said 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 ...
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