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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... dark comes early . The archivist is gazing from her desk . She coughs . The boxes smell of yellow dust . You hold your breath . As the past moves under your fingertips , part of it crumbles . Other parts , you know you'll never find ...
... dark comes early . The archivist is gazing from her desk . She coughs . The boxes smell of yellow dust . You hold your breath . As the past moves under your fingertips , part of it crumbles . Other parts , you know you'll never find ...
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... dark like a handful of pebbles thrown against a window pane . The pickets were letting one another know they were there- or perhaps a patrol had stumbled on someone alive in No Man's Land . Robert was more perturbed by the turning of ...
... dark like a handful of pebbles thrown against a window pane . The pickets were letting one another know they were there- or perhaps a patrol had stumbled on someone alive in No Man's Land . Robert was more perturbed by the turning of ...
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... dark ages . Its high , vaulted ceilings could barely be seen except for the light that broke through the rusty panes of glass . You stripped and left your belong- ings in one of an old row of cells abandoned over a hundred years before ...
... dark ages . Its high , vaulted ceilings could barely be seen except for the light that broke through the rusty panes of glass . You stripped and left your belong- ings in one of an old row of cells abandoned over a hundred years before ...
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Section 3 | 125 |
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