Ee! Fijians and motorbikes. '71 ish, weekends I was playing rugby for Burnham, about 75 miles from Tidworth, transport, 500T Norton, rigid trialler. Sitivini Bonaqusa says I'll have some of that. Right. Rolls up his kit, sticks it on the rear mudguard, sits on it, and away we go. One foot on the back brake rod, dunno where he put his right boot. Young and flexible! Those were the days. And stupid.He was my admin Sgt in B. Although I thought he was from Barbados. He and his Mrs were just lovely people. On the diversity front I had 6 non white folks in B, including SNCOs and NCOs.
Kelly Vakalala was Tp SSgt A when I was there. He was a Fijian chief and sadly passed away a year or two back. He will, even now, be in his version of valhalla necking bacardi and coke (he liked it 50/50, one bottle of bacardi to one can of coke) and grabbing skinny white American soldiers by the arm, grinning wildly and saying "mmmmmm.....fresh meat!!!!"
Same bloke, sitting next to me on a 3Div tour flight to BAOR, in front of us is Robin Rowe, sometime sky pilot Col and British/Irish Lion. Bit of chat going round, Robin says something sarky to Sitivini, who comes back with, "My dad used to eat people like you"