Feeding large numbers of guests with a hangi was one of the cultural traditions New Zealanders brought with them when they served in Vietnam.
I was based in Singapore with 41 Squadron at RAF Tengah from 1973 to 1975. During this time I was part-time aircrew on Bristol Freighters (B170). We flew sorties into South Vietnam delivering mail and other correspondence into Saigon, and medical supplies to the hospital in Qui Nhon.
Poem by Richard Hamon, Whiskey 2 Company 1RNZIR, 1968-1969.
One day in the late afternoon the enemy hit us hard
With no shell scrapes
We hugged the earth fighting furiously
We never gave an inch let alone a yard