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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... never , never , never wanted Robert in her sight again . All because he wouldn't fight a man she didn't love and whom he'd never seen . The matron snapped her fingers and the final cab was hailed . After their luggage had been lashed to ...
... never , never , never wanted Robert in her sight again . All because he wouldn't fight a man she didn't love and whom he'd never seen . The matron snapped her fingers and the final cab was hailed . After their luggage had been lashed to ...
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... never enjoyed being an officer there . It offended him to raise his voice . Telling other people what to do made him laugh . Just as being told what to do made him angry . Con- sequently , on parade he was prone to a lot of blushing ...
... never enjoyed being an officer there . It offended him to raise his voice . Telling other people what to do made him laugh . Just as being told what to do made him angry . Con- sequently , on parade he was prone to a lot of blushing ...
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... never have forgiven me , of course , - but you have to understand what it means to be able to order a mass and I knew I'd never have the opportunity again - and certainly I'd never hear my own so I gave him ' the works ' as they say and ...
... never have forgiven me , of course , - but you have to understand what it means to be able to order a mass and I knew I'd never have the opportunity again - and certainly I'd never hear my own so I gave him ' the works ' as they say and ...
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