If you can live legally you’ll grow 80 years old. Joining the guerrilla you will die. They will torture your parents and send them to Siberia. We can’t achieve anything because the Soviet predominance is crushing. We’re constantly haunted. We have no area for retreat, no supplies and no food. Large Soviet forces are searching the woods. Often we are starving and the wounded get no treatment. The people who support us get arrested, viciously tortured and send to Siberia.
Sooner or later the Soviets will choke the whole Lithuanian resistance in blood. We’re all going to die. They will throw our desecrated bodies onto the marketplace. Reconnaissance planes are often flying over the woods to take pictures. Spies are infiltrating our ranks. Day and night we can’t feel safe in the bunkers and are therefore always moving, to again and again, like rats, dig new bunkers into the soil. There’s no other way.
One of us shall survive to be able to tell how we lived, fought, and died.
— Bruno Sutkus quoting members of the Forest Brothers in his autobiography, Diary of a Sniper, as they tried to discourage him from joining
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