I found this small snippet when I googled his name. Tiwi had a batman who had an unusual name, Viking [or Wi King] Rota. He was a Rarotongan in his middle thirties I would think. On his face was a look of resignation, of perpetual long-suffering. That, no doubt, was because the Bull kept him on the move from early morning to late at night. From Reveille on, it was Rota-a-a this and Rota-a-a that. It eventually came to a head during the evening meal one day. Our Company Headquarters was in a huge cave under the Baggush escarpment, and the Bull was harassing Rota as usual. He wanted the salt, he wanted his tea, the sugar etc. etc. He wasn't pushing Rota or being difficult; but he did keep him on the move. In the end, Rota stopped in his tracks, and in a very pained voice said, "Sir, I resign." "Resign what?" asked the Bull. "Resign as your batman, Sir," was Rota's reply. "Nonsense! You do

I wish I had the privilege of listening to your war stories grand dad. Listening to dad tell your stories makes me so proud of you. Miss you.