I was a boat person who immigrated to Australia in 1952. I wasn't called a boat person then, I was called a wop, dago, spick and wog and not all that welcome by the average Australian - seems I was a threat, in that I was here to steal their jobs and their women, a hard task at age 6. I came home from my first day at a Newcastle school with bruises on arms, legs and buttocks, compliments of the teacher who was angry that I did not know the words to GOD SAVE THE QUEEN. Fifteen years later, I found myself in a hole in the ground, in the middle of a war, in the middle of South Vietnam. I had my life on the line, protecting the country which did not want me. I was now an Australian soldier - and I reckoned Australia was worth fighting for. One doesn't need true-blue blood to be an ANZAC.
Dwarg is reunited with his host Aggie. Aggie has grown and has found a lover. Trouble with mysterious disappearances of some of her people in Algeria takes the reader on a rollercoaster ride of intrigue and spiritualism where Native American Shaman meets Australian Aboriginal Ngangkari and the puzzle is finally solved in a little township in Southeast Queensland called Goomeri...or was it?
Follow "Shorty" an Australian soldier, on his tour of duty in the war in Vietnam. No blood, gore or guts in this work - just a collection of simple,fascinating and quirky stories that could only come from one who was there. A soldier's experiences of the ridiculous events and situations in which he found himself. He survives to return to a hostile land and questions himself as to his involvement
"Dwarg", an entity from another dimension enters a dying child who accepts and assists him on his mission. He has the ability to travel through a Human's DNA and discovers that other extra-terrestrial raiders and viruses have also visited Earth. He discovered that Vincent van Gogh was infected. His host is now endowed with good health, knowledge and power. Dwarg must urgently return to his Aura.