M. H. Burton
I go back a long way with Thailand, back to 1968 when I first arrived there as a 23-year-old Laotian translator-interpreter with the US Army Security Agency, which is now long defunct, it’s duties having been taken over by the National Security Agency. After a brief stint in Bangkok I was sent to Ramasun Station, a signal intelligence spy base in Northeast Thailand not far from the Lao border. I was there for more than two years, doing the job I was trained to do, and doing it well. It was the most interesting job I ever had, even though it involved providing a blow-by-blow account of how we were losing the Vietnam War. I didn’t continue my work as a spy, by the time I got back Thai and Lao ‘lingies’, as we called ourselves, were no longer in demand. So I took up computers as a Programmer, and later, Systems Analyst. Those jobs paid much better than the US Army, and they were interesting, but even at their most interesting they didn’t reach the level of Ramasun. The wife I married in Thailand saw to it that I retained my early interest in the Kingdom. We have returned often over the years. Now that I have retired from the world of computers I have been writing about my experiences in Thailand, both ancient and recent. The books are on Amazon but none have dealt with Thai politics. Still, as things continue to deteriorate there I feel more and more inclined to ‘put in my oar’ on that subject. Thailand’s political history is already well-documented, so I’ll confine myself to current events.