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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... took a photograph of the ocean . Whoever it was , later drew an pointing to a small white dot on the far horizon . The small white dot can barely be seen . Nothing else is visible but sea and sky . Just above the arrow , written in bold ...
... took a photograph of the ocean . Whoever it was , later drew an pointing to a small white dot on the far horizon . The small white dot can barely be seen . Nothing else is visible but sea and sky . Just above the arrow , written in bold ...
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... took the bull between the horns and said that Captain Taffler was just downstairs and why not go and visit with him now ? That seemed the right thing to say because I could see a funny look pass through his when I said the word visit ...
... took the bull between the horns and said that Captain Taffler was just downstairs and why not go and visit with him now ? That seemed the right thing to say because I could see a funny look pass through his when I said the word visit ...
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... took a giant step forward . She was shy and sort of pretty in a pale , blonde way and Robert didn't mind her attentions . The sweater was well made . He paused on his way out to tell the concierge he would pay for a chicken that evening ...
... took a giant step forward . She was shy and sort of pretty in a pale , blonde way and Robert didn't mind her attentions . The sweater was well made . He paused on his way out to tell the concierge he would pay for a chicken that evening ...
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