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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... wounded were being drawn away by huge black horses or pushed along the track by walking wounded . The whir and rattle of the wheels was constant . The Germans had started putting over 5.9s by now and sixty or seventy shells had landed ...
... wounded were being drawn away by huge black horses or pushed along the track by walking wounded . The whir and rattle of the wheels was constant . The Germans had started putting over 5.9s by now and sixty or seventy shells had landed ...
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... wounded Robert had encoun- tered there in the dark had yet been moved . They were sitting , squatting , lying everywhere you had to walk . Not a single man was on his feet . One man lay alive on a stretcher while at either end the ...
... wounded Robert had encoun- tered there in the dark had yet been moved . They were sitting , squatting , lying everywhere you had to walk . Not a single man was on his feet . One man lay alive on a stretcher while at either end the ...
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... wounded . As almost had to be the case where so many men had been completely demoralized , there were , among these wounded , some de- serters . The Military Police were stationed where the two roads met and , from time to time , a ...
... wounded . As almost had to be the case where so many men had been completely demoralized , there were , among these wounded , some de- serters . The Military Police were stationed where the two roads met and , from time to time , a ...
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