After a decade fighting a lost war against the growing
authority and legitimacy of the Peoples Republic of China and gradually being
abandoned, first by the U.S who had bigger problems in Vietnam and finally by
the Generalissimo in Taiwan himself, Olive would slowly shift the ideology of
her private army from an anti-communist force to a rebel movement fighting for
the autonomy of her people, financed through opium profits and benefitting her
retinue of sycophants and opportunists, fighting against Thai, Burmese and even
Kuomingtang state power.
The animating spirit of Olive's boys would
mutate and dissolve as it flowed through the jungles gathering tribesmen of the
mountains and defectors from the mainland; they married with locals and
absorbed the landscapes and traditions of the people. In the alps of Northern
Burma, amongst verdant crops of tea and cherry blossom, it was the scarlet
poppy plantations which gave a new vitality to the economy and power to her
soldiers.
Yet the opium never ceased to appear monstrous to Olive
and the locals, bearing both good and evil, its dark, alien power symbolized by
the ghostly red, white and blue orbs they saw showering the night sky.
Her power would increase as the demand for opium
surged with the outflow of drug addicted US soldiers from Vietnam and the trade
routes devised by veterans through the 'cadaver connection', a method for smuggling
bars of heroin in the coffins of dead US soldiers slaughtered by the Viet Cong.
The opium would flow from the hills of Kokang to the tributaries of the Mekong
through warzones and across seas into the neon drenched streets of
Harlem.
The opium wars between Britain and China in the
19th century would be followed by what would become a secret, Third
Opium War, as Olive's opium generals fought the Thai-Burmese forces who were
attempting to reassert control over the rebel Shan states and the communist
insurgencies that honey-combed the border, as well as the United States D.E.A
which was desperately trying to dismantle the heroin trade they'd nurtured a
decade earlier in what might perhaps be called the Fourth Opium War, or as it
was known amongst the rulers of that nation, 'the war on drugs'.
In the bloodless coup
d’etat of 1962, Olive was swept up in the wave of usurpations and
abductions in Rangoon along with all the other Shan State Saophas and Myeosas. The
twilight coolness of her prison cell forgave the summer heat and in a haze of
vapour from that sticky black ball she dreamt of lost love and the elongated,
proboscis tongue of female spirits burning her womb.
In these situations, it was difficult to judge
whether it was a problem of supply or demand, just, rebellious or lost causes
which propelled the situation.
"เราต้องต่อสู้กับความชั่วร้ายของลัทธคอมมิวนิสต์ต่อไปและการสู้รบคุณต้องมีกองทัพและกองทัพต้องมีปืนและซื้อปืนคุณต้องมีเงิน ในเทือกเขาเหล่านี้เงินเพียงอย่างเดียวคือฝิ่น"
“我们必须继续与共产主义的邪恶作斗争，并且要打你必须有一支军队，一支军队必须拥有枪支，并且购买枪支你必须有钱。在这些山上，唯一的钱就是鸦片。“
'We have to continue to fight the evils of communism and to fight you must have an army, and an army must have guns, and to buy guns you must have money. In these mountains, the only money is opium.'
