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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... door ! Don't hit the door ! " Devlin cried . " Great God — don't hit the door ! " He was a tall , frail man with a drooping mustache and a slightly receding hairline , despite the fact he was only twenty - seven . He tended to carry his ...
... door ! Don't hit the door ! " Devlin cried . " Great God — don't hit the door ! " He was a tall , frail man with a drooping mustache and a slightly receding hairline , despite the fact he was only twenty - seven . He tended to carry his ...
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... door was only open a crack and I saw her pause by Robert Ross's door and my hair just stood on end ! He's only been here a few hours and they hardly even spoke at supper . What can it mean ? She wa- vered there quite a few moments and I ...
... door was only open a crack and I saw her pause by Robert Ross's door and my hair just stood on end ! He's only been here a few hours and they hardly even spoke at supper . What can it mean ? She wa- vered there quite a few moments and I ...
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... door , as it opened , gave a kind of click like a shutter of a camera . I suppose I must have been startled because I took a quick intake of breath and got a terrific whiff of the flowers in my hands . Then Barbara came around the ...
... door , as it opened , gave a kind of click like a shutter of a camera . I suppose I must have been startled because I took a quick intake of breath and got a terrific whiff of the flowers in my hands . Then Barbara came around the ...
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