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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... horses to a section - two sections to an aisle , back to back . Each of the horses was cinched to a single cable that ran the width of the ship , the cable being guyed at either end to hooks in the hull . Mangers were non - existent ...
... horses to a section - two sections to an aisle , back to back . Each of the horses was cinched to a single cable that ran the width of the ship , the cable being guyed at either end to hooks in the hull . Mangers were non - existent ...
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... horses who knows how ? were in the water and — swimming desperately towards the land . " What is it ? " Harris asked . " Come and see , " said Robert . He wrapped himself and Harris in blankets and they sat on the parapet , just like ...
... horses who knows how ? were in the water and — swimming desperately towards the land . " What is it ? " Harris asked . " Come and see , " said Robert . He wrapped himself and Harris in blankets and they sat on the parapet , just like ...
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... horses . The obvious answer to this is that Cassles was alert enough to perceive how unlikely it might be that the horses should be driven away from the centre at Bailleul - but no one has said for certain this was the case . At any ...
... horses . The obvious answer to this is that Cassles was alert enough to perceive how unlikely it might be that the horses should be driven away from the centre at Bailleul - but no one has said for certain this was the case . At any ...
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