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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... snow , she said . It was terribly cold and the wind blew down the river and all the mournful whistles sounded from the ships . The cab had gone . They were deserted . Only the three of them stood there . Just before he removed the lid ...
... snow , she said . It was terribly cold and the wind blew down the river and all the mournful whistles sounded from the ships . The cab had gone . They were deserted . Only the three of them stood there . Just before he removed the lid ...
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... snow . 1:00 p.m. Robert slowly tilted his head to one side . He had lain completely still for three hours . The back of his neck was numb . He slid his hand up under his cheek . The glove made it feel like a stranger's hand . His hair ...
... snow . 1:00 p.m. Robert slowly tilted his head to one side . He had lain completely still for three hours . The back of his neck was numb . He slid his hand up under his cheek . The glove made it feel like a stranger's hand . His hair ...
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... snow . She pushed her veiling back and let them beat against her face . She never spoke to anyone she met . If someone known should come along the street , she'd close her eyes and let them pass unseen . She carried a stick ( she ...
... snow . She pushed her veiling back and let them beat against her face . She never spoke to anyone she met . If someone known should come along the street , she'd close her eyes and let them pass unseen . She carried a stick ( she ...
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