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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... road went off in two directions here . One fork led to the north - east and Ypres - the other angled to the south by a very few degrees and led to Wytsbrouk . It was this road that Robert's convoy took . Most of the large guns and ...
... road went off in two directions here . One fork led to the north - east and Ypres - the other angled to the south by a very few degrees and led to Wytsbrouk . It was this road that Robert's convoy took . Most of the large guns and ...
Page 206
... road , flying so low that Robert thought they must be trying to land . He could even see the faces of the pilots . This time , the bombs fell into the thick of the column , exploding outward towards him . Then there was silence . The ...
... road , flying so low that Robert thought they must be trying to land . He could even see the faces of the pilots . This time , the bombs fell into the thick of the column , exploding outward towards him . Then there was silence . The ...
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... road came up from this region , cutting into the road to Bailleul to the rear of Wytsbrouk and this road was filled with exhaused troops and with a steady flow of walking wounded . As almost had to be the case where so many men had been ...
... road came up from this region , cutting into the road to Bailleul to the rear of Wytsbrouk and this road was filled with exhaused troops and with a steady flow of walking wounded . As almost had to be the case where so many men had been ...
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