1941, Tuesday 02 December;
Sir Josiah Crosby, Britain’s Ambassador to Thailand had been summoned by their Prime Minister, Phibun, something he was quite unused to. He’d been left waiting alone for twenty minutes now, in the Golden Dome room of the Thai-Khu-Fah, the Prime Minister’s office, somewhat bemused by it all, his aide held back in the reception. The large door swung open, and Phibun, dressed in the full military uniform of a Field Marshal, entered, waving an under-secretary away, the door closing behind him. They spoke in Thai, Crosby a fluent speaker, “Ah Sir Josiah, thank you for coming, and my apologies for making you wait, something er, came up!”
“Oh no, please don’t apologise on my behalf, Prime Minister, I’m sure it was of the utmost importance, I fully understand” Sir Josiah knew how to play this game. “How might I be of service to the Thai people?” They both gave small smiles, Phibun gestured to a couple of armchairs, then rang a small silver bell as they sat down. A servant stepped into the room, Phibun ordered two Cha Manao, without asking Crosby, another slight, clearly things were amiss. They waited in silence, Crosby practicing patience, until the drinks arrival, and they were alone again.
Phibun raised his glass and nodded to Crosby, who was quick to follow, Phibun took a sip, his tongue rolling around in his mouth, savouring the lime tasting tea, before swallowing with a satisfied Ah! “Sir Josiah, it has come to my notice that your Lord Gort has placed a large number of troops close to our border, far more than is necessary to police it, what is the meaning of this?”
Crosby slowly swallowed a mouthful of tea, making play with enjoying it, while his mind mulled over the question. “Prime Minister, Lord Gort has ordered the colony onto a second degree of military readiness, expressing great concern over the ever-growing concentration of Japanese military might in French Indo-China, we are merely repositioning some troops to be in readiness of any attack from Japan. And I believe we duly notified your government through the correct channels. There is no need to be alarmed, our intentions are purely defensive, and peaceful towards yourselves, the Thai people have nothing to fear”.
“Your Royal Air Force has increased its flights over Southern Thailand, their roundels clearly displayed, the state of Kelantan, has become an armed camp, while I understand there is a veritable mass of soldiers and vehicles around Alor Star. These do not look like the acts of a friendly nation. Sir Josiah, are you intending to invade us?”
“Prime Minister, my dear friend, I can assure you Britain has no intentions on breaking our peace with Thailand, the Non-Aggression pact we both signed last year still holds good, you have my solemn word on that. Britain has never first to brake a pact, we honour our commitments. The RAF aircraft your people have seen are flying along the coastal waters, watching for any Japanese incursion, while the state of Kelantan, is key to our abilities to watch the Japanese in French Indo-China, its airfields are of great importance to us, and so must be well defended. And Alor Star is a military administrative base, from which the control and supply of our defences, the Jira Line, are managed. You should carry no fear of any British incursion into Thailand, of Japanese intentions however, you must surely be on your guard, I would urge you to oppose any attempt on their part to enter your country.”
“Thank you, Sir Josiah, indeed Japan is very threatening, she is far, far stronger than Thailand, I would fear for my country in any war with them. As a true friend of Thailand, a guarantee of our independence and neutrality made by Great Britain would send the strongest message to Japan to respect our borders”.
“Ah Prime Minister, we have had this discussion before, I’ve made you aware of the difficulties of taking that stance, and the work we are doing to agree a joint pact with the Americans, but it takes time. Rest assured, if you are attacked, we will do everything in our power to assist you”.
Meanwhile, across Bangkok, taking advantage of Crosby's absence, Andrew Gilchrist, second secretary of the British Consulate was taking a walk in Lumphini Park with Pridi Banomyong, the Thai Minister of Finance, a similar conversation was being had between them. “Thank you for meeting with me again Pridi, I wouldn’t have asked at such short notice but for the urgency, British intelligence is reporting the likelihood of a Japanese invasion of Thailand within the next seven to ten days, its probable they will attack us both at the same time. I suspect Phibun is asking Crosby for a British Guarantee as we speak, but he won’t be offered one”.
They sauntered along a neatly kept gravel path, a trusted aide of each following thirty yards behind. “Ah that is why our cabinet meeting for this evening has been postponed. This is indeed very grave news Andrew, we are simply not powerful enough to resist Japan, Phibun may well strike a deal with them, he’d argue better that than the death and destruction they would rain down on us”.
“Pridi, it’s important that Thailand at the very least, remains neutral and doesn’t become an enemy of Britain. If Japan occupies the Kra Isthmus, Britian will have to attack, from a military point of view, it would be important that Japan isn’t allowed to build a base there from which she could attack Northern Malaya. If Phibun can’t see that, is there anyone in the Military who can stay his hand, avoid a war between us?”
The Thai stopped suddenly, turning to face Gilchrist, his hands out gesturing. “Andrew, Phibun has the military in his pocket, he owns them, there is no possibility of a coup, indeed most of them love him, the war with Vichy France was a success, who else has fought back against a major military power like France and succeeded”.
Gilchrist held his hand up, “No Pridi, you misunderstand me, not a coup, but a delay, a slow reaction to events, blame it on poor communications, misunderstandings, just give us a few days grace. Do you know Major General Akdi Senanarong, he commands the troops down in the Kra Isthmus, can you talk to him, could you convince him to do that?”
Gilchrist took Banomyong by the arm, and they resumed the walk, “Yes, I know him Andrew, your fortunate, he’s not part of Phibun’s inner circle, they are commanding Bangkok’s garrison, or units facing the French. But he’s not a stupid man, Andrew, he can’t be seen to favour the British, the best you could hope is a passive reaction to both sides. And that’s going to take a lot of Baht, I trust your pockets are deep Andrew”.
“Name your price Pridi, our aides will act as our agents in this matter, payment wise, a third up front and the rest on a satisfactory delay, would seem reasonable?”
“A half up front Andrew, there are a number of palms to be greased, as you say, and I will pass on a figure tomorrow, our agents can meet here again.”
“Ok I accept, Pridi, what you are doing here is of immeasurable help to both your people and mine, I thank you, you are a true patriot to the Thai people. Oh, and not a word of anyone this to my Ambassador, Sir Josiah would rather not be reminded of this undertaking.”
Later, a very tired and disgruntled Sir Josiah Crosby returned to the British Embassy, wanting some answers. He had Gilchrist in his private office, the whisky left untouched in the crystal decanter. “Andrew, what the bloody hell is Singapore up to, I’ve had three hours with that man, prostrating myself while he stuck the knife into me repeatedly. Whats all this nonsense about RAF flights overland, I thought that game had ended back in October, when it was finally agreed that we would not implement any invasion plan and break our pact with Thailand. Lord Gort gave me the strongest of assurances that there would be no incursion of Thailand. And whats this about mobile columns around Alor Star, I thought we were sitting behind the Jitra Line”.
“Sir Josiah, that is exactly the plan, defend at the Jitra Line, we don’t have sufficent forces to move into Thailand and defend her from any Japanese aggression. But Gort will need mobile columns to react quickly to any breaks in our defence. As far as the RAF are concerned, they are mounting reconnaissance over the Gulf of Siam, to detect any invasion force early. Do you think Phibun is trying to justify a reason to throw his hand in with the Japanese”.
“No, no Andrew, I’m sorry, I’m very tired, Phibun knows not to make a deal with the Japanese, I’m confident of that, but I’ve never seen him so aggressive. He kept coming back to our not providing him with a guarantee of security, no matter how many times I explained the need to be in step with the Americans, he kept coming back to that. That last American ambassador made such a mess of things, I should have insisted they get rid of him earlier, I didn’t realise how badly he had damaged relations. Oh god I need a whisky, would you mind pouring one for me please Andrew, and help yourself to one as well.