Mme. Duong Van Khang:
I also worked for a long time as a contact person, gathering intelligence on the French and the military post. We had a person working inside the post. My job was to get in touch with this person and pass out any information he managed, through his skill, to obtain. This man would pass pieces of paper to me and I in turn waited until nightfall in order to sneak out of the village to give them to our guerrilla fighters.
Now it was very difficult getting in touch with our man inside the post, it was quite dangerous. We had told him that on the night that the post was attacked, we would flash a light in the direction of a certain tree three times so that he could take cover. This man is now dead. I worked with him for a long time.
He passed out to us every little bit of information on the post, how many guns, how many troops and so on. Now, whenever our guerrilla fighters on the outside had any message to give to our man inside the fort, I was also the person to pass it on. I used all kinds of tricks to make this possible. I pretended, for example, to go near the fort to cut grass.
Our man inside the fort would then yell at me and tried to chase me away. We would then have a shouting match, heaping insults on each other. In the course of pushing and shoving, we got our messages passed to each other. At other times I would go out there and yell at him, saying that he had owed me money and that he intended to cheat me of my money.
He would then come down, after a lot of insults, to pay me some for this supposed debt. He would then give me a ten piasters bill, for example, with a message fold inside it. I would then give him a five piasters bill as change. Again, there would be a message folded inside, saying, “Here, I’ll give you some change this time.” Without employing these tricks, the French would have found out and we would have all been killed.
Many times I had to pass on bundles of documents to our fighters on the outside, rolls of documents as big as my arm here. So I put the roll inside my shoulder carrying pole and pretended to go collecting excrement. In this way, I managed to slip documents to our men in the fields, even as far as Ngoc Tao.
In all these cases, I either had legitimate pretexts or had built up infrastructures there. Sometimes, in a place where I did not have any infrastructure, I would carry a bottle with messages inside saying that I was going to get some medicine. In this way, not even the village people knew.