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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... breath . The melting snow began to turn to mist and the mist was filled with rabbits and Rowena and his father and his mother and the whole of his past life — birth and death and childhood . He could breathe them in and breathe them out ...
... breath . The melting snow began to turn to mist and the mist was filled with rabbits and Rowena and his father and his mother and the whole of his past life — birth and death and childhood . He could breathe them in and breathe them out ...
Page 81
... breath of air . " The breath of air had blown his head off . - " Do you remember any barns or houses along this road where we could bivouac ? " Robert asked . " No , sir , " said Poole . " But I could ride ahead and see . " " No ...
... breath of air . " The breath of air had blown his head off . - " Do you remember any barns or houses along this road where we could bivouac ? " Robert asked . " No , sir , " said Poole . " But I could ride ahead and see . " " No ...
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... breath . The hours were made worthwhile whenever Harris woke and smiled and sometimes Robert had to look away ... breathe again . I've changed . It changes you . But the thing was I could do it . Change 105.
... breath . The hours were made worthwhile whenever Harris woke and smiled and sometimes Robert had to look away ... breathe again . I've changed . It changes you . But the thing was I could do it . Change 105.
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