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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Page 83
... gone as he did so . Robert muttered one to fifty . So did Poole . There was a muffled shout from the trumpet . " He's not very good at it , " said Poole . " Well - he hasn't had your practice , " said Robert . “ Give him a week or so ...
... gone as he did so . Robert muttered one to fifty . So did Poole . There was a muffled shout from the trumpet . " He's not very good at it , " said Poole . " Well - he hasn't had your practice , " said Robert . “ Give him a week or so ...
Page 151
... gone there for safety . The storms might last for hours until the clay was baked and the earth was seared and sealed with fire . Rodwell and Poole had managed to shore the roof of the dugout back into place . Levitt had gone quite mad 151.
... gone there for safety . The storms might last for hours until the clay was baked and the earth was seared and sealed with fire . Rodwell and Poole had managed to shore the roof of the dugout back into place . Levitt had gone quite mad 151.
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... gone wrong . Michael's gone and Clive is leaving . I'm in love with Robert Ross but he hardly ever wants to sit and talk the way he did before he went away to have his operation . Now all he wants to do is sulk at the end of the terrace ...
... gone wrong . Michael's gone and Clive is leaving . I'm in love with Robert Ross but he hardly ever wants to sit and talk the way he did before he went away to have his operation . Now all he wants to do is sulk at the end of the terrace ...
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