Ben Hannah and Ami. He was born on 20 September 1976 at Assaf Harofeh Hospital. The eldest son of his parents, brother of Ortal. Nisan grew up in Lod, began his studies at the Ze’ev Jabotinsky Elementary School and graduated with honors from the Ramle-Lod High School in the real world, while studying mathematics and physics. He served in Battalion 51 in the Golani Brigade and became a ‘poisoned’ fighter, who is highly motivated to defend the country. After serving a year and a half in the brigade, Nissan underwent an operation that prevented him from continuing his combat service. Nissan refused to accept the verdict and fought with all his might to raise his profile and return to combat service. After a long and stubborn struggle, his request was finally accepted and he returned to combat duty for about a year in the elite unit Egoz until the end of his service. After his discharge from the IDF, Nissan went with his girlfriend Shiri to a six-month trip to South America, where he was a teacher of mathematics and taught dozens of students of all ages. He saw them as an important and important part of his life, and they saw him as a great brother, a great friend and teacher, and thanks to his private lessons, his students achieved very high achievements in mathematics. This evening Nissan worked as a bartender at the Segfredo cafe in Tel Aviv and was loved by all his clients And Nissan’s half-fly with two of his friends on a four-month trip to Central America, Nissan fell in love with landscapes, greenery, language and people, and enjoyed traveling, taking pictures with all his soul and sensitivity, learning new things and getting to know different cultures. He later moved to live with his girlfriend Aya, where he began his studies in accounting and business administration at the College of Management in Rishon LeZion, where he enjoyed his studies and helped his college friends in their studies. ‘Beitar Jerusalem’. He accompanied the team with fire and water, for every game, every season. Nissan was an optimistic and happy man, with a brilliant cynical sense of humor and a special smile, who knew how to find the good in everything, and loved life. On March 25, 2002, Nissan went to reserve duty in the settlement of Rafah Yam, in the Gush Katif area. On April 4, 2002, Nissan fell in battle and never returned … Three days before the conclusion of his reserve duty, two Islamic Jihad terrorists infiltrated the Rafah-Yam settlement in order to carry out an attack. The emergency squad and Nissan was assigned to defend the settlement. The terrorists surprised the soldiers and emerged from an unexpected direction, and the soldiers found themselves in a fierce gunfight, with the two terrorists facing them a few meters away. During the battle, the two terrorists were shot and killed, but they were able to seriously injure Nissan. Injured, with his last strength, Nissan managed to run about 40-50 meters in order to allow the medics to take care of him away from the fire so as not to be harmed. Three bullets hit Nissan’s back shoulder, an area that the ceramic veneer does not protect. After a few minutes it became clear that the injury was serious and Nissan’s body could not bear the severe injury. Nissan was laid to rest at the military cemetery in Lod. He was twenty-five years old when he fell. He left behind his parents and sister. After his death, he was promoted to the rank of sergeant: “Nissan was a personal example of his comrades in his modesty, his readiness to serve and his volunteer work for every mission. A certificate of appreciation was given to him for his courage, his functioning under fire, his devotion to purpose, determinationAnd the personal example used. Oshri Cohen, Nissan’s friend and disciple, writes: “Exactly ten days passed from the day of the disaster until the day of Israel’s fallen soldiers. So much has changed in these ten days in each of us. So many tears ran down the ocean of bereavement. “For me, this is the first true day of remembrance: To this day, Remembrance Day for the Fallen of Israel’s Systems was accompanied by a deep sense of solidarity with the families of the fallen, and today the concept of identification has been replaced by” coping. ” It’s only in sound and rhyme because the difference is so big, so sharp … “We need you Nissan! They need you to remind us how to smile, how to radiate heat and love, how to give the last push in difficult moments … No one knows the job better than you do. There is no song that can really draw your image … There is no site that can really glorify your memory … There is no album that really knows to include your glory … We can only try … and we try! As strong as possible, and we will never stop! “Thank you for the light you poured on my life, for being the biggest little guy I met, for being my model for a big brother, for someone who knows what he wants from himself, and never ‘stingy’ to throw a smile … thank you for everything you gave me. About who and what you are! From two poems written by her family friend, Tzipi Dvir: “Nissan, / a seed in me is buried, slowly you have become a seedling, / roots are inside me, you have sent a thread / green, fresh, young and strong, / / From the depths, the secret of life in you sends / and you – the connection between the sky above – and the sky below. / Still closed, small, but great beauty / And the bud suddenly opens, you can already see the face, / It has not blossomed for a few more years, And suddenly, at the moment, the bud is cut off and the hopes for the flower come to an end. And the tree is missing the path of life And another one: I am alone / I will be a flower – Elsewhere. / I feel pain, I refuse to believe that for a year now And you are not. ” “I have won / I have cried / I have won / I have known a pure soul, / I have not spared / I have not missed / / taught, / Created / and white teeth / Never smiled. / To sit in the midst of your loved ones, / your family and your friends / and be called: a friend of Nissan, / a full-fledged one. / / And I did not win / We did not know, / We did not talk / We did not laugh. If you have not heard from me, I have cried for you, / I cried for you, / I felt your loss, / I cried out your absence. / Forever young. / Stay safe on your bed. / You touched all of us for a brief moment, / In the blink of an eye passed past / And without you will come See .// Farewell / The Enchanted Soul. / Who was visibly cup of life / right to the end .// and we are here vow to remember / the plant life / up keep .// Farewell / Rest in peace / child dream. ” Sivan Hajaj, a student of Nissan, writes: “And the day after, your picture appeared in the newspaper / Birth your name, your age, and that is not all / It also wrote about you where you wrote who you were and how you were / and what the responses were. And maybe they shed tears / but then they moved on because there was nothing to do. // They did not think that at that time there was a group of peopleThe sea, which just remained alone, because the light around it was extinguished / because you went and will never return. // And they, the same people do not know how important and loved / and how our lives have changed beyond recognition without that addictive smile .// And time will pass and everything will be forgotten and only that group But they only know how special and unique you are, because they only remember the same smile and look, because only they knew the eyes that were seen through the picture, / Because only they know what the world lost in that moment. / And only that pretty large group will refuse to believe, to the bitter truth. / .. Refuse to acknowledge cold reality, refuse to understand that you are no longer / Forever remember you. “Ortal, Nissan’s sister, wrote to him:” Nissan, tell me what to do with your kind brother, what do you do with your death, with the memory being? Nissan tell me what do you do with a brother like you, who is not there and not here, who was and is not and yet is sleeping, who remains 20 years old ?! Until a few months ago, these lines were another part of a song, a sad song, that every time I heard it, the heart hurt a little, about a soldier who went to war and from which he did not return. Today these lines are no longer just another part of the song – they are coping. Coping with life and reality. A cruel reality of pain and loss, a meaningless reality without you Nissan. Everything is standing there, time goes on, and the heart just asks you to come back for another moment, for another touch, that only one more time will you call me my sister, who will hug me as hard as you know, smile, call and say that you are okay and that it is not you, Just a little later, or at least send me a sign, sign and say you’re better off than here. Nissan From the moment you left no one in the house is no longer really alive, we exist, not life! Waiting for you to come back and remind us how you smile. A month before you went to reserve duty, you called me and said you had a dream, to open a mathematics classroom in Ramla-Lod High School and to invest in the students and give them all your strength and turn them into a challenge for you. But unfortunately, in one moment the dream is gone, and with it is your heart and all your world. They took me physically, and something in me died with you. But today I live for you, in order to perpetuate you to live in the hearts of all of us, and forever remain part of us. Nissan, you are missing here. Missing here every minute, every second, always! Just missing. You’re missing moments when I’m here and there a little smiling, when I’m sad and need only you, without even saying a word. Just want your very presence. In moments that are hard for me for the most nonsensical reason in the world, and on the other hand, for the most serious reason. You’re missing here when I’m cold and there’s no body to protect my body from the cold. You are missing, when there is no one to wipe the tears and make me stop crying. I’m missing you … I hope you look down on me now and watch, smile and still remember. Forever my brother will always remember you and meet you at the end you know. Love and adore you forever my hero. “
