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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... fingers . He was an only child who'd never been away from home . His mother died when he was three and he'd lived estranged from his father , a silent man who owned a shipping yard where fishing boats were made . Harris stood for long ...
... fingers . He was an only child who'd never been away from home . His mother died when he was three and he'd lived estranged from his father , a silent man who owned a shipping yard where fishing boats were made . Harris stood for long ...
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... fingers as if in deep thought . He was very easily depressed . A single drop of rain could depress him . Devlin turned the dome of his countenance on Levitt . " What's in your sack ? ” he asked . " Yes , " Bonnycastle echoed Devlin's ...
... fingers as if in deep thought . He was very easily depressed . A single drop of rain could depress him . Devlin turned the dome of his countenance on Levitt . " What's in your sack ? ” he asked . " Yes , " Bonnycastle echoed Devlin's ...
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... fingers through the mesh and held on . His elbows ached . And his wrists . The sound of distant rifle fire clattered against the dark like a handful of pebbles thrown against a window pane . The pickets were letting one another know ...
... fingers through the mesh and held on . His elbows ached . And his wrists . The sound of distant rifle fire clattered against the dark like a handful of pebbles thrown against a window pane . The pickets were letting one another know ...
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