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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... Sometimes , the air would be full of aeroplanes . Then the anti - aircraft guns would open fire . These were called Archies but Robert had nothing to do with them . He was fascinated , though , by the planes . Sometimes the Huns would ...
... Sometimes , the air would be full of aeroplanes . Then the anti - aircraft guns would open fire . These were called Archies but Robert had nothing to do with them . He was fascinated , though , by the planes . Sometimes the Huns would ...
Page 105
... Sometimes there was even an atmosphere of gaiety as the visitors spread their gifts and flowers like picnics over the covers . Robert sat in the midst of all this wearing his polished boots and his uniform with the spot- less breeches ...
... Sometimes there was even an atmosphere of gaiety as the visitors spread their gifts and flowers like picnics over the covers . Robert sat in the midst of all this wearing his polished boots and his uniform with the spot- less breeches ...
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... Sometimes they would walk in the valley down the long ravine with its high , treed sides and bridle path and sometimes they would walk down the streets of Rosedale . Mrs Ross would wrap herself in veils and scarves and set her hats with ...
... Sometimes they would walk in the valley down the long ravine with its high , treed sides and bridle path and sometimes they would walk down the streets of Rosedale . Mrs Ross would wrap herself in veils and scarves and set her hats with ...
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