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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... riding . Clifford sang . " Bring me , oh bring me a cup of cold water , and cool my temple , the cowboy said ; but when they returned with the cup of cold water , the spirit had left and the cowboy was dead . . . . " Slats of orange ...
... riding . Clifford sang . " Bring me , oh bring me a cup of cold water , and cool my temple , the cowboy said ; but when they returned with the cup of cold water , the spirit had left and the cowboy was dead . . . . " Slats of orange ...
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... rider . The one who played the horse was bucking - lifting his torso high off the bed , lifting the weight of the rider with his shoulders and his knees — and bucking , just like the mustangs Robert and the others had broken in the ...
... rider . The one who played the horse was bucking - lifting his torso high off the bed , lifting the weight of the rider with his shoulders and his knees — and bucking , just like the mustangs Robert and the others had broken in the ...
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... ride ahead and see . " " No , " said Robert . " No one's riding ahead . " He turned in his saddle . " I'm beginning to wonder if anyone's riding behind . Maybe we should stop and let the others catch us up . " They reined in their ...
... ride ahead and see . " " No , " said Robert . " No one's riding ahead . " He turned in his saddle . " I'm beginning to wonder if anyone's riding behind . Maybe we should stop and let the others catch us up . " They reined in their ...
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