Ben Evelyn and Isaac. He was born on May 7, 1974, in Dimona. The eldest son of a family of three, to parents who immigrated from Morocco in the early 1960s. My father grew up and was educated in Dimona. He attended the Yoseftal Elementary School, which he graduated with honors, in the Zinman Middle School and at the Lehman High School in the Biology track. He was an outstanding student and at the same time a sociable, active and leading youth in every social activity. One of his teachers said: “My father excelled in his brilliant and sharp suits, which were consistent with the teachers’ thoughts.” My father participated in enrichment classes and loved the artistic field, especially theater and music. He stood out as a talented drama actor and singer, and was the central figure in social evenings and at every party. He wrote for the school newspaper in the humorist corner and took part in the artistic team that accompanied the regional Bible Quiz, and was one of the boys active in writing the musical for the twelfth grade high school performance and participated as the band’s lead singer. At the graduation party, my father appeared before parents and students with great skill and a special voice that only he could play. My father was interested in different and varied music and was knowledgeable in this field. His musical talents and initiative led to the establishment of the local rock band “Darwin-Boyce”. Some of the material for the band was written by him and he was the band’s lead singer. My father had great hopes in this band, through which he would fulfill his desire to appear before a large audience and look for ways to promote it. He had a sense of humor, radiating warmth, love and friendship around him. Stood out as dependable, very responsible and authoritative. My father loved his southern town of Dimona, the Negev and the Arava. In November 1992, Avi was conscripted into compulsory military service in the IDF, within the framework of the Nahal Brigade. Before enlisting, he signed up for a long service track, as required of Nahal soldiers. It was for him a wonderful time, which was all activity, creativity and activity. My father mainly enjoyed his sense of power and ability to give and contribute from himself to others and to the new framework. After three months in Kibbutz Yotvata, my father began the combat course of the Nahal soldiers, completed basic training, continued his advanced training, was sent to expand his combat training in a course for infantry commanders and was sent to the command staff. At the request, he was sent to command his soldiers on the Lebanese border, and my father was proud of his military service, and he was very serious and responsible for everything he took on himself and everything that was imposed on him, and according to his friends he was a very serious “investor” and at the same time smiling, friendly and warm , A man of great charm and charm, who managed to command his soldiers, demanded that they carry out the various missions, but he was also a true friend and friend. “My father knew how to command his soldiers effectively and at the same time serve them as a friend and a supporter,” said one of his comrades in the arms. “My father had a supreme sense of humor. Good soul, golden boy. Loves to help and invests in every step. Entertainer number 1! And always surrounded by girls. “On December 6, 1994, my father fell in the line of duty. He was hit by a roadside bomb when he commanded an armored personnel carrier, which was on its way to an ambush in the area of Rotem outpost in southern Lebanon. My father was hit by shrapnel and killed on the spot. My father was twenty when he fell. He was laid to rest in the military section of the military cemetery in Dimona. Survived by his parents and two brothers – Lior and Sagi. In a letter of consolation to the bereaved family, the unit commander wrote: “I remember my father still as a soldier on the route in the ‘Granit’ battalion. Smiling, serious and disciplined. I was very happy when he came to meTo the Shacham Battalion as a commander. My father was in the battalion and the company six months of daily activity and activity around the clock. Employment in Rafah, training in the Golan Heights, employment in Bethlehem and operational activity in Lebanon. A few weeks ago, I offered my father a promotion in his position and was stationed at the base of the recruits in Arad, near his home. He refused, because he felt a commitment to be with his company and his soldiers in order to command them in operational employment. In this employment he died. My father was a model. Serious and thoughtful, and so we will always remember him … “In his memory his comrades told his father how he accompanied one of his subordinates, a lone soldier in the IDF, a nineteen-year-old boy , Boaz Hod, who did not know much happiness in his life. My father gave Boaz a warm and supportive attitude, promised to help and support him even after his military service. My father was “like a brother, a father and a friend …” Boaz wrote. After a month of mourning for my father’s tragic death, Boaz decided to lose himself. My father, who may have been his only stable support, is gone. “
