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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... lights - ( blue lights for Officers - red lights for the men . Once , some card had placed a yellow light for quarantine in the window of a house across the street where body lice ran rampant . ) Robert got out first . He was hatless ...
... lights - ( blue lights for Officers - red lights for the men . Once , some card had placed a yellow light for quarantine in the window of a house across the street where body lice ran rampant . ) Robert got out first . He was hatless ...
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... light in Parson's was golden- partly because of the sun going down and partly because of the Morris glass in the windows . The stones on the floor were warm for the first time this year . I had on canvas shoes and I didn't make a sound ...
... light in Parson's was golden- partly because of the sun going down and partly because of the Morris glass in the windows . The stones on the floor were warm for the first time this year . I had on canvas shoes and I didn't make a sound ...
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... light that broke through the rusty panes of glass . You stripped and left your belong- ings in one of an old row of cells abandoned over a hundred years before . These cells were windowless and were it not for the single lantern hung ...
... light that broke through the rusty panes of glass . You stripped and left your belong- ings in one of an old row of cells abandoned over a hundred years before . These cells were windowless and were it not for the single lantern hung ...
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