In my salad days I had no greater opportunity than to be an officer in the British East India Trading Company’s private army. My father was a shareholder, so naturally, I was a perfect fit as an officer.
The Queen herself made up a Charter for the largest sailing ship to ever float the high seas to be built. Its maiden voyage would end in Siam.
King Chulalongkorn‘s parade signaled our arrival in Bangkok. It was a sight I won’t soon forget. Dancing and singing filled the street. The smell of roasting beef, although offensive to many natives, was a relief to us after weeks at sea.
But the welcome soon ended, and the work we had come to perform was due. The rebellion was to be put down soon after our arrival. So we made haste to the streets.
After only a few hours, there was a glorious turn of events to the Queen’s favour, and as a result the leaders of the rebellion were drawn and quartered in the Imperial Square.
As an officer of Nobel blood, I was privileged to spend the rest of that week at The Grand Hotel, Bangkok. The service was impeccable. The atmosphere was dignified. And I shall dream of returning one day to start clearing on my own plat.