"Being a Boy Scout in Copenhagen where all that information was brewing probably got them involved fairly early on because one of their leaders was, you know, very influenced and could get British BBC radio’s information and so forth. And they were able, actually, to print the news and my dad was a young, fast runner. They would run all the way up to the seven-story tall buildings, and they would just throw out the leaflets, so the people on the streets would gather up the news as fast as they could before the Gestapo would grab them.
[My grandparents were supportive.] My dad would be punished loudly by just having my grandfather, you know, clap his hand near the hall, so everybody could hear that he was being punished because they were all listening behind doors because now that bad boy, he was out again after curfew, what is he doing after dark?
And little by little, in Copenhagen, the resistance found a way to communicate. You could wear a red bandana, or your baby could wear a red bonnet, and the baby carriage, and people would say, 'Oh. Oh. Great.' So...little by little. But it wasn’t always easy to get the real news.
And they knew that at Farmer Jensen’s field, there would be a drop off of ammunitions and guns, so they waited, and the Royal Air Force, the British planes, would come in and they would morse code up 'red herring,' and the pilot would see the code word and 'Oh, here it is,' turn around, drop the goods. And they would glean the field in the night or very early morning."