Amer, Tamer (Tomer)

Ben Almaza and Camel. Born on January 2, 1987 in the village of Julis. Brother to Manar, Iyad, Tamar, Nissim and Walid. He began his studies at the “Julis A” elementary school and graduated from the “Comprehensive Julis” high school, where he studied communications. As a youth, he took part in social activities in the Hanoar Haoved Vehalomed movement, was a member of the Druze Scouts movement and was active in the Young Mentors Circle. Tamer was a charming young man, handsome, handsome, radiating joy and warmth, and a captivating smile. He was a friend of everyone, beloved and beloved, and he was surrounded by groups of young people of different ages. His qualities attracted many, and all those around him wanted to approach him and be counted with his wide circle of friends: “A young man with a pure heart,” “a righteous man,” testified to him. “Tamer al-Abu Iyad,” they called him. He imitated his accent and slang – “Why,” “Her sister thinks,” “Said.” “What characterized Tammer was his nonchalance … he adopted a lifestyle of his own, a lifestyle to which he also swept all his friends … he never took account of what they were saying about him because he wanted to be accepted as he is, and indeed we all We loved him … We admired him as he was … “Tamer wanted to take advantage of every moment of his life. He initiated and planned friends trips, horseback riding, motorcycle purchases and lots of motorcycle and ATV tours. In addition, he was the organizer of many evening evenings and campuses, and was always at the center of events and entertainment. His room was the room of all his friends and acquaintances – open to all, at all times and to all. Tammer loved his room and dedicated a special piece of his life to him – decorated, furnished, arranged, and enjoyed every encounter with family and friends. At the end of March 2005, Tamar joined the IDF and fulfilled his wish to become a combat soldier in the Golani Brigade’s Battalion 51. Golani wanted to join him when he was a young boy and even gave up his participation in the formation of patrols, He joined the company and became a veteran fighter in the Golani family, a true fighter who was a leading soldier, courageous, brave, stubborn, smiling and fighting for the cause, and his colleagues saw him as an example, a role model and role model. In his room in Julis, his many friends were waiting for him to arrive from the base, and the sound of the music he loved and the smell of the narghile he was smoking echoed from the room. In the beginning of July 2006, Tamer was injured in his ankle during a soccer match with his friends, and he was left in a painful, limp, wounded home, when he learned that his friends in the platoon, Despite his injury, asked his platoon commander to take an active part in the war, but his swollen leg and his health prevented him from joining the battalion’s fighters. On July 26, 2006, the nightmare was realized, and nine of his brother-in-arms were killed during the Second Lebanon War. Tamer walked around confused, sad and hurt, and his soul could not rest. He insisted on joining his comrades who fought in spite of his condition and the harassment and concern for the safety of his fellow fighters. He passed on to his parents, brothers and sisters, friends and villagers, who were very concerned about his welfare. On the morning of August 12, 2006, Tamer was killed in a battle in the second Lebanon war, in a-Nimel, in southern Lebanon. A cloud of heavy mourning hung over his house, his village, his country, and the world. A bitter cry echoed from the crowds of his escorts to his last stint in the cemetery in his village Julis. Tamer, nineteen and a half years old, left behind his parents, two sisters and three brothers. After his fall he was promoted to sergeant. Many farewell letters, poems and notes in his memory were written after his death. Representative of the Golani Brigade”We are standing here with commanders, friends, brothers in arms, members of the community and people who refuse to believe, and we find it hard to understand that only yesterday you fought with us bravely, with courage and determination, and today you are not with us. Your friends and commanders tell you about your professionalism, your determination to carry a stretcher for twelve kilometers without spare, and for your ability to maintain the morale of your friends even in difficult situations, and especially on your integrity. And your courage to always say the truth without bias, as one who has been commanded by your relative Hussein Amer, I am not “We, the soldiers and commanders of the brigade, thank you for the privilege we have had to serve with a person like you, as your family and your glorious committee learn from you and your path and promise to be worthy of your heritage.” Lt. Col. Yaniv, commander of the unit, wrote: “Tomer’s way in the First Bowsers Battalion was a way of loving people and joy of life, a way of a strong spirit, a way of comradeship and comradeship … When your son learned about the battle in Bint Jbeil, Despite the fact that he was on a sick leave, demonstrating the courage and responsibility that resulted from his intense love for his comrades in the company, the “Golani brothers.” Unfortunately, Tomer fell into an operational accident while lying in ambush with his classmates.Tomar will be remembered among us as an adult and caring person, He aspired to advance in the battalion and be a squad leader, educating and leading soldiers in calm and fighting, demonstrating a mission he could no longer Full. On behalf of the unit commanders and soldiers, we pledge to always remember the converted and educate the fighters in the spirit and in the form of devotion, responsibility and camaraderie. ” Tamir, commander of the Golani Brigade, wrote: “Tamar was killed during an operational activity near his friends whom he loved so much, and they returned him even more love, as part of the Golani Brigade, to which he aspired. Simple, professional, warm and loving, we, his commanders and friends, will not forget, we will continue to accompany you all along. ” “This is not something for granted that another warrior from the Druze community finishes a course in Golani and becomes a fighter in the brigade … This is pride for all of us, and pride for the community and the family,” wrote Asan, deputy commander of the Golani Brigade. Suddenly a new life, it only proves and shows a very strong personality, a man of interest. ” Tamar’s father wrote: “My dear son, Tamer, my soul, the light of my eyes, my love, I raised you for nineteen and a half years, and I thought that we would continue together forever to enjoy you, your amazing smile, your humble speech, your kindness, your love and your love. Those around you … You were determined to serve in the Golani Brigade, in Battalion 51, in one of the elite and elite units of the IDF. And since you were eligible for it, your demand was immediately accepted. He served compulsory service for a year and a half. The damned Second Lebanon War broke out and even though you were on sick leave, you stood firmly in your unit. You joined the unit and fought bravely and valiantly in Lebanon, and on the most difficult day of fighting, on that cursed day, you fell like a hero and a courageous and courageous fighter on the battlefield, like you Like more heroic warriors. This day of fighting was bloody, and on that day a cease-fire came into effect between the IDF and the cruel enemy, and in your fall we were interrupted by joy in the house, accompanied by commanders, ministers, politicians, religious leaders and many of your friends.On them very much. Many came from all over the country and from all communities to give you the respect you deserve. This is the end of a beautiful chapter in our lives, hope for the future, our joy is cut off, rivers of tears have flowed from our eyes … Our consolation is that you fell for a very lofty and lofty goal and there is no choice to protect the country and the homeland … We will all remember you forever, Event and every encounter. We promise you will stay with us as you were, and even more – because we never thought we were going to leave you. Restful, my dear son, my love, the light of my eyes and my soul. Manar, Tamer’s sister, wrote the song “Sometimes”: sad without them in the rooms / hearing their voices sometimes … / And sometimes, the silence reigns and terrible / But the heart is fighting! // I tell God how much I miss you, like the flowers / You loved to smell and grow in the jars / They wilted, but in the soul they are still blooming / On the broad green fields and sky / You are wrapped in them or you are wrapped in / The people who loved the beautiful face / , The saddest we see yet / God give them another life / joy and joy in the other life / that sad without them in the rooms / and that their voices are still heard sometimes! ” Brother Nissim wrote: “You left us alone, alone, prematurely, leaving us as a young lad, full of life, a life in which you wanted and your share of them was so tiny, in miniature, like a drop in a huge sea, a mighty sea that turned into a sea of ​​tears. My neighbor, my dear brother, will remain, grieving for the death of our hero, your death, and our return with anguished grief, for my neighbor who lives close to me was supposed to be with me now, dear brother, and you will not be my neighbor in the future. I have a brother who dwells among me for ever and ever. Brother Iyad wrote: “I will not forget the many magical nights in which we sat, stretched out on the grass, watched television, drank and smoked a hookah, talked about everything, what was permissible and forbidden, about the experiences, just about everything … I cry for days and nights, Waking up from nightmares, weeping with pain, the great pain of loss, you say, You are always in front of me, beside me, and you will remain forever and ever. ” Tamer’s friends in his home village parted from him in a song: “Come up, say, call you / get up, and you’ll see your mother crying quietly / your sister cries out in pain / How did you get your heart out / it’s still early / for you to close your eyes / To the heavens / com and see how everyone is crying for you / who knew you closely and who did not know / the pain pierces our souls / and the tears are running down from our eyes / the heart is suffocating and the pain is shrinking / this unnecessary death How can you excuse your sister? She can not digest / Before long we can not accept / all of you the Amer family, may Allah have mercy on him, say. ” “I’m getting lost / That does not mean I do not love you / Because I do, because I do // On the porch “I’m writing, and you know / I really love you / Yes I do, yes I do / Yes I love you.” Sari, a classmate, eulogized Tammer: “We stand at these moments to salute you a nice hero, who has become a model for all of us, you have always been a hero, and now you are a hero of space that you will remember forever. You have always been willing to contribute and help each of your friends, relatives, and anyone who knew you, and now you say, you becomeA special symbol because you fell on the battlefield in our just war against the enemy. I and my class and classmates promise that we will continue to remember your special smile, the beautiful jokes, and especially the love and friendship you gave everyone. “The family wrote:” Tamar loved life and wanted to exhaust it to the fullest. time. He must have been very proud that he had fallen as a hero for the defense of the homeland and at the height of the Second Lebanon War. His absence is obvious, his room is deserted and quiet. His smile is missing and his parents weep over his loss, thundering. How beloved heroes fell, comfortable in your bed son, brother, friend, we will all remember you at all times and forever. Your memory will be blessed. “