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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... face . He could feel that it was gold and red just as he could feel that the grass was green . His face was a mirror to the sun . When the coyote had drunk its fill it turned from the water and suddenly sat down , scratching violently ...
... face . He could feel that it was gold and red just as he could feel that the grass was green . His face was a mirror to the sun . When the coyote had drunk its fill it turned from the water and suddenly sat down , scratching violently ...
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... face . " But the poor daft crazy was so afraid and so confused that he put the cloth on top of his head and Robert had to grab it again and slap it on the man's face so that it covered him from eyes to chin . Then Robert said : " all ...
... face . " But the poor daft crazy was so afraid and so confused that he put the cloth on top of his head and Robert had to grab it again and slap it on the man's face so that it covered him from eyes to chin . Then Robert said : " all ...
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... face of the crater . Robert didn't take his eyes off the German for a second and the German didn't take his eyes off Bates . The tilt of his head was like a mirror . It showed Bates's progress all the way to the top . And when Bates had ...
... face of the crater . Robert didn't take his eyes off the German for a second and the German didn't take his eyes off Bates . The tilt of his head was like a mirror . It showed Bates's progress all the way to the top . And when Bates had ...
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