Our whole family - my wife, son, daughter, and I - were by the tower that Saturday, that is, on January 12th. Late in the evening I went home to have some hot tea. After some time, we looked through the windows and saw tanks coming. We got dressed quickly and rushed to the tower. We saw people hurrying over from all areas of the district. When we got to the tower, the tanks were just approaching the lower part of the tower. A lot of cars and two sand trucks were parked across the road. People were standing in front of the tanks chanting „Lithuania!". The tanks were spreading smoke, but they couldn't bring themselves to drive over the trucks.

We thought that they might come from the other direction, where the kindergarten was, as there was only one sand truck blocking the road there. There were also a lot of cars and buses. Our thoughts became reality. Tanks came from the other direction. There were a lot less people defending the tower there. We could hear people shouting: „Men, let's hold hands and make a chain so even if they shoot they won't shoot us all!" Then the men stood on the road. A truck was left behind them. And later - it was dreadful. A tank was driving along, completely indifferent to the unarmed people in front of it. One man put both his arms around the gun barrel and jumped onto the tank; two other men didn't have enough time to do this. They were pushed into the sand truck and run over. A tank, having smashed a sand truck, threw one of them out from under its tracks. We didn't see what happened to the second man. The man who had jumped on the tank was still on it as it crushed the sand truck. When the tank drove away from the truck back onto the concrete, the man fell off from the impact and landed in front of the tank's tracks. Fortunately he fell on his feet and had enough time to run away. The tank turned around and smashed a Moskvitch car that was parked nearby, and then headed towards the TV tower.

We ran up the slope towards the tower. I knew that my son was there. You could hear intense firing, and people who had been killed and wounded were being carried away. My wife was wringing her hands and groaning, wondering where our son was. We rushed to the ambulance to see if he was there. Soon we heard Lithuanian being spoken over the loudspeaker: „Brothers and sisters, go home". But no one moved. We're proud of the people of our nation.

Lithuania, 1991.01.13 : documents, testimonies, comments. - Vilnius : State Publishing Center, 1992, p. 100-101.