My father in law remembers that well. As a young man in 1940, barely 13 years old, he was involved in some way in the Danish resistance of the nazi occupation. I know that he was one of the pamphlet distributors spreading the news of the resistance in Copenhagen and the surrounding area, and was involved with the printing of these pamphlets. He was there at the surrender of the German forces and saw Montgomery drive through the streets. He is proud that his son in law is a Brit. He thinks highly of the British. Without them, he says, we would all be speaking german now. The BBC was an inspiration then, and “London Calling” was a lifeline for those brave men, giving them information on supplies of weapons, explosives and operational instructions.
He celebrated his 80th birthday last week. What do you give a man that has everything he could need? Gifts are pointless, though gratefully recieved, but socks and so on don’t really cut the mustard for me. My wife had the idea. Take him to London. He has never been to Britain. It will be the trip of his life. So that’s what I’m going to do. We leave tomorrow at 12:45. By 15:00 he”ll be in central London, in a pub, with a pint of best British bitter in one hand and a bag of fish and chips in the other.
If I know him well enough, I’m in for a busy weekend. He is as fit as a fiddle and damn curious. I’m sure we will have to take the tour bus round London and stop at just about everything to look.
I think we’re both looking forward to it. More here, when we get back.