“I had to look for food in cesspits. Some people helped me, giving a piece of bread, or a beet root, or a potato. I took everything home and gave it to my mother.”

In June of 1943, Dyman joined Zorin’s partisan detachment. “They washed me, and gave me a little food. They wanted me to be in the family unit. I told them I was going 15 or 16 years old. I was able to be of service. Long story short, they sent me to a unit they called an outpost. That was a place, a few… 2 or 3 km away from the camp. It was a place where someone could possibly get into the camp, I mean a spy or Germans… it was an observation post.”

After being wounded during the siege, Dyman recovered and was sent on missions to protect the local villiages and fight the Germans. “We blew up a number of bridges. I was sent on a mission 2…rather 3 times. I was an assistant, going on missions with the squad, like a horse. We knew this: if the Germans got to our camp, they would kill everyone and take with them everything we had. We took our positions. The Germans showed in view and the fight started. At that time I had a German gun, a good carbine. Our commander, Zorin, RIP, started yelling, “Surrender, we’re going to shoot you!” Of course, the Germans were not going to obey. Long story short, he started shooting, he was hit in the knee. Afterwards a tank unit approached us.”

Dyman’s detachment won the battle and he was reunited with his family. “My uncle, my aunt and two cousins stood along the road waiting for our detachment. They recognized me and I went along with them. I went to a military commissar’s office, put my gun in the corner and went away. That was when the war was over for me.”