Son of Esther and Amos. He was born on July 29, 1975 in Beit Gan in the Yavne’el Valley. Brother to Bat Ami, Racheli, Yonatan and Giora. Aryeh was sensitive, gentle, curious and thirsty. As a child, after he found the afikoman on Passover, he asked his father for a horse. Amos thought he was riding a dangerous horse, so he brought him a donkey with a small town. Aryeh showed understanding and did not oppose the alternative gift. That same year his Bar Mitzvah date came. In the middle of the celebration, a mare came running out of her stable and Aryeh went up and rode on it. After his death, his sister Bat-Ami wrote: “It would seem as if your wishes were fulfilled. In honor of the bar mitzvah they sent you from heaven what you asked for.” He completed eight years of study at the elementary religious elementary school in Yavniel, and then went on to the high school for boys in Tiberias. Aryeh was a brilliant student but had almost no notebooks. The teachers demanded his order, but to no avail. He was a kind of “scattered professor,” one who does not like bureaucracy and the important knowledge is in his head. In the early years of the school, the encyclopedias were his favorite reading books, encyclopedias of all kinds and species. He particularly liked to study history, both the history of the Land of Israel and other countries. Aryeh knew the answer to every question in history – when exactly did a war break out, no one knew its name except the history books? Who were the opponents on both sides? And against what background did it break out? He knew almost by heart the “pillar of fire” on its hundreds of pages. In general, he was knowledgeable and interested in a variety of fields. Read every written letter he found within his grasp, always grabbed the book or the pamphlet, always fell asleep with written material. He also liked drawing according to famous stories he read and loved. Aryeh dreamed of building a healthy and simple life for him to integrate into the life of faith and observance. He wanted to live on the mountain, near the goat pen outside the settlement, in the countryside, as before, only he and his family would check. Dreamed of a life without electricity and electricity poles; Thought to produce and produce electricity in ways that do not pollute the environment, such as solar energy and strong wind energy blowing in the mountain. “Electricity and hot water are not so important, you can do without them,” he told his friend Tamir. When he was in the 11th grade, his cousin sent a request on his behalf to join the Gadna diving unit. From here the road was paved for recruitment to a unit in the navy. His appearance was always special. The old man decided not to shave and wear large skullcaps before it was the fashion of the hilltop youth. After completing his studies in the twelfth grade, he continued to study at the Shavei Hevron yeshiva and was strong in his faith there for six months until his enlistment, and was fascinated by the vineyards in the Hebron area, and he returned home laden with new impressions. “Tamir Tamir, a friend from the yeshiva, wrote:” I knew you very little time, less than a year. We studied together at the Shavei Hevron Yeshiva. But in spite of the short time I feel that my soul joined you in an amazing way … I miss so much your smile, the amazing, the captivating, dissolving everyone in seconds. Miss your innocence. How you always did what they asked. You always did what you needed, without asking questions, because everything was so clear to you. Miss your personality, your soul. Such a pure soul, wanting to do only good. How you have amazingly combined forces and strengths that have given you the ability to be a fighter in a naval commando unit, while being a person of such a gentle mind. Knowing to listen and consider – just amazing. I remember that before enlisting, we decided to study military laws together in order to assist you in your knowledge. I was nervous for you if in the short time we did not have it all, but you were calm. Because in that too you were so natural, so flowing, ‘May it beAryeh received every person as he was, with a smile, with full acceptance, with love and with pride, and he loved to help, to volunteer, to do everything he could for others, and always wanted to do more for the family. However, he often felt that he was not enough: Aryeh underestimated his giving, his importance, sometimes to the point of canceling himself, so it was so important to make others happy and that people around him would be happy. “On the last page of one of the books that Aryeh liked to read, he once wrote a sentence from the sources:” When a person is born, everyone laughs and he cries. “He loved to sing, especially the songs of the Land of Israel, and especially the old songs,” songs that he had forgotten, “as he called them, and Aryeh was very proud of his mother, and over the years he was his father’s right hand: Worked on his tractor in the family farm, drove the tractor in the field, destroyed the goats or milked them in the barn, dusted the dates, etc. On Saturday, the father and his son went to the synagogue, and it was not easy for Aryeh to continue working, studying and observing the commandments, He did not revolt against them, but learned to love this life, worked in agriculture willingly and with a smile, and always wished he had done more. , But if his father needed further help in the economy, he remained at home and his sister’s daughter wrote to him: “We were close brothers, many, but also helping one another, working together in the economy … You always had a special look, Of moving to the future, of looking at past years and of what is to come. A kind of overview … You always gave me the feeling that I was your great smart sister, with the best memory (and I know your memory contained much more), you gave a good and supportive feeling, and you did not let me be sad, God forbid, you always tried to be happy. ” On April 6, 1994. During the course of the naval commando commando of the Shayetet 13, he often felt that the commando unit was too prestigious for him and he was not sure that it suited this elite unit. Almost to the end of the route he had doubts if he was doing enough. In his unit he was the only religious soldier, unusual in the human landscape. Arieh wore a beret as a head covering and maintained his religious way of life, and often had to overcome difficulties in this area, such as finding people who would agree to complete a minyan for prayer. Despite his variance, he was particularly prominent in the social field and his high grades in the sociometric tests reflected this, so he continued on the path. In the third year of his military service, he went to a paramedics’ course, a chopper that suited his character. After his death Haniel eulogized his friend from Ein Tzurim: “A fierce and humble soul, as quiet as water and as sharp as a rock, the object of our admiration for a combat medics course.” At every event in the naval commando unit, his friends came from the yeshiva in Tiberias and from the yeshiva in Hebron to participate in his joy. Aryeh completed compulsory service on Passover 5757 (1997) on April 5, 1997 and began his permanent service, which was supposed to be completed four months after the operation in Lebanon from which he did not return On the night between 4 and 5 September 1997, During the battle, the explosive charge that was carried out by the force exploded, and the battle and the attempts to rescue the victims continued for many hours. Only at dawn did the harsh picture emerge: Aryeh fell in battle with eleven fighters: Lieutenant Colonel Yossi Korkin, Major Dr. Yitzhak Bennett B, Captain Dr emphasis Maher, Major Ram Levinas, Captain Zvi C.Rossman, Sergeant Raz Tabi, Sergeant Yohanan Hilberg, First Sergeant Guy Golan, First Sergeant Gal Rodovsky and First Sergeant Yaniv Shmuel. Sergeant Major Itamar Ilya, one of the force’s fighters, was declared missing that night, and only in June 1998 was he laid to rest in Israel. “The Navy Disaster” is the familiar nickname for this event, which is considered the most difficult in the history of the naval commando unit. On July 5, 1997, Sergeant Arie Abramzon was killed in battle in Lebanon when he died at the age of 22. He was buried in the military section of the Yavniel-Beit Gan cemetery, and was survived by his parents and four brothers. The monument is built of twelve tables of hard kurkar rock, leaning against each other and leaning north toward Lebanon, where a bronze plaque with the names of the fallen was placed on the ship, Was sunk in 1997 in front of the Shavei Tzion Beach, to serve as a diving site to commemorate the twelve fallen soldiers of the naval commando unit. Another monument was erected on the Rishon Lezion promenade, called “Shayetet 13 Promenade”. The monument is built of a dozen steel columns with the names of the fallen, which form the Star of David symbol.
