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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... windows were agleam with blue lights - ( blue lights for Officers - red lights for the men . Once , some card had placed a yellow light for quarantine in the window of a house across the street where body lice ran rampant . ) Robert got ...
... windows were agleam with blue lights - ( blue lights for Officers - red lights for the men . Once , some card had placed a yellow light for quarantine in the window of a house across the street where body lice ran rampant . ) Robert got ...
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... window at the end of a hall , that a large black Daimler has drawn to the curb . A hatless little man gets out and ... windows , leading to balconies , look out directly at the portals of St Paul's , Knightsbridge - a Gothic miscar ...
... window at the end of a hall , that a large black Daimler has drawn to the curb . A hatless little man gets out and ... windows , leading to balconies , look out directly at the portals of St Paul's , Knightsbridge - a Gothic miscar ...
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... windows . Mrs Ross put her hands out and started forward . She found the bannister and leaned against it all the way ... window . The ravine was full of mist . The sun was descending . It was cool . In the distance , the traffic on Yonge ...
... windows . Mrs Ross put her hands out and started forward . She found the bannister and leaned against it all the way ... window . The ravine was full of mist . The sun was descending . It was cool . In the distance , the traffic on Yonge ...
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