The Stories I Never Told.
an excerpt

He was a man born in the Outback. The smell of gidgee would have been as familiar to him as billy tea, the creak of saddle leather and smell of horseflesh. Raised in the heat and dust, inured to the flies and coming from a resilient, determined family, Stanley Edward Walters grew to be a man. He lived in a land where a man could breathe and the full majesty of the southern stars were not dimmed by bright city lights. He grew up in an era still heavily influenced by Victorian morality and ethics. It is no surprise therefore that when the call to arms was sounded Stan responded accordingly....