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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... night , later on when Robert was twelve he decided he would run the marathon himself . Twenty - six times around the block - down through the ravine and back along the sidewalk — running in his bare feet . He did this after supper one night ...
... night , later on when Robert was twelve he decided he would run the marathon himself . Twenty - six times around the block - down through the ravine and back along the sidewalk — running in his bare feet . He did this after supper one night ...
Page 208
... night was the guns , whose em- placements were more or less constant . To the south of Wytsbrouk , the line was particularly weak . This was in the region where the ridge , which the Germans still held , took its turn to the north ...
... night was the guns , whose em- placements were more or less constant . To the south of Wytsbrouk , the line was particularly weak . This was in the region where the ridge , which the Germans still held , took its turn to the north ...
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... night the sun fell down through rolling palls of smoke . The road to Bailleul was clogged with horses and machines . The army in retreat had swollen to three times the size of the columns stumbling forward to the front . The earth had ...
... night the sun fell down through rolling palls of smoke . The road to Bailleul was clogged with horses and machines . The army in retreat had swollen to three times the size of the columns stumbling forward to the front . The earth had ...
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