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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... pulled him away the gun went right on clicking in his hands . And then all hell broke loose . Robert stood in the centre of the roped off corral with the dead horse quivering beside him and all the other horses rearing back and pulling ...
... pulled him away the gun went right on clicking in his hands . And then all hell broke loose . Robert stood in the centre of the roped off corral with the dead horse quivering beside him and all the other horses rearing back and pulling ...
Page 197
... pulled shut on each cell , closing out all external light . Robert had never much liked it there and was always glad to leave his clothes behind and take up the towels you were provided with and beat a hasty retreat to the open cavern ...
... pulled shut on each cell , closing out all external light . Robert had never much liked it there and was always glad to leave his clothes behind and take up the towels you were provided with and beat a hasty retreat to the open cavern ...
Page 225
... pulled down over his ears . He has no eyebrows - his nose is disfigured and bent and his face is a mass of scar tissue . Juliet is looking up at him — speak- ing - and Robert is looking directly at the camera . He is holding Juliet's ...
... pulled down over his ears . He has no eyebrows - his nose is disfigured and bent and his face is a mass of scar tissue . Juliet is looking up at him — speak- ing - and Robert is looking directly at the camera . He is holding Juliet's ...
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