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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... threw hit a bottle . He didn't miss once . As Robert and Clifford sat there watching the dog must have caught their scent , for it turned around and began to bark . The man with the stones in his hand gave a friendly wave and called out ...
... threw hit a bottle . He didn't miss once . As Robert and Clifford sat there watching the dog must have caught their scent , for it turned around and began to bark . The man with the stones in his hand gave a friendly wave and called out ...
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... threw the boot across the room and shattered the mirror . Then he threw the other boot and broke the water jug . Ella ran and crouched in the corner - folding her arms across her head , afraid . Robert didn't move . Tick - tick - tick ...
... threw the boot across the room and shattered the mirror . Then he threw the other boot and broke the water jug . Ella ran and crouched in the corner - folding her arms across her head , afraid . Robert didn't move . Tick - tick - tick ...
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... threw down his hat and began to shout . " Enklesh ! Enklesh ! Vous êtes anglais ? Maudit anglais ! " he screamed . Robert became alarmed . He backed his horse away , but the man pursued him . “ Maudit anglais ! " he kept shouting . He ...
... threw down his hat and began to shout . " Enklesh ! Enklesh ! Vous êtes anglais ? Maudit anglais ! " he screamed . Robert became alarmed . He backed his horse away , but the man pursued him . “ Maudit anglais ! " he kept shouting . He ...
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