Son of Ruth and Menahem. Dekel was born on October 13, 1980, in Kiryat Ata, a young brother to Kalanit and Rakefet, who was a pleasant little boy, his parents told him. “When Dekel moved to junior high, he continued to be loved by all his friends and made them laugh at classes,” said Shai. “I will never forget the beautiful period we went through together. You would drive me crazy with all your tricks, tricks and arguments: ‘Why did we sit here on the train here,’ Kiryat Ata is bigger than Be’er Sheva. ‘ But that’s what really characterized you. The nonsense and the laughs you would make, that you would do the good from the bad, that’s what made you really, Dekel. “When Dekel moved to high school in Rogozin High School, he was accepted into a drawing trend, which was close to his hobby. Dekel’s hobbies were computers and electricity, he loved animals very much, and Dekel loved to be with friends, to spend time together and to help them in every matter and need, and his friends said: “You were a friend so close, so understanding / In any situation in any trouble, you would always offer us help / always all of us, the whole bunch / we will remember all your help. “Raviv, a friend of Dekel, described the situation Sang among them: “You were like a brother to me, who loves and cares for me in the most difficult moments of my life. Your smile was like the smile of an angel. Even in the most difficult moments you have gone through, you have not let sadness enter you. I will never forget your caress on my head … Thank you for being a friend and brother. “Dekel joined the IDF on November 26, 1998. He was sent to a course for generators, which he graduated with honors, and after the course he was sent as an Armored Corps soldier to the Nahal base in the Arad region. Dekel soon became a member of the group, was a professional ballet and despite the distance from the base he was satisfied with the service, the atmosphere and especially the friends who served with him. “I remember you came to me and we talked, you told me you wanted to be in the storeroom, but you do not know anything,” said Sergeant Eran, Dekel’s commander. And even when you were assigned difficult tasks like the workshop, you knew how to get along, and with your eternal smile, you could get anything you wanted. You were a source of pride and success for me, and I thank you for that. ” Meir, a member of Dekel’s service, said: “On our travels together, you knew how to make everyone laugh and breathe life into our department, and in everything you touched, from everything you knew how to bring out the good and the joy in it, you always laughed, you did not know what sadness was. Make him laugh or make him happy. ” During the service Dekel advanced to the rank of First Sergeant. Dekel was killed during his service on October 14, 2001, two weeks after being injured in a car accident in Kiryat Tivon during his discharge from the regular service. A two-week struggle improved his situation, “Dekel’s parents said.” On October 13, 2001, we celebrated his twenty-first birthday. All the friends from the girls, from the base, the family. Dekel was twenty-one years old when he fell, and was brought to rest in the military section of the Kiryat Ata cemetery, leaving parents and two sisters – Kalanit and Rakefet – Dekel’s parents wrote: “Dekel. Dove our hearts, how did we go. Your voice is silent, but not deaf. His cheekYou wanted, and you did not succeed. “Rakefet, Dekel’s sister, wrote:” My dear brother! The pain is enormous, the words are empty, and the growing feeling that I will never see you breaks my heart again. We grew up together, laughed together, and made plans for each other, and now everything exploded. The heart is very painful, what to do palm, how to overcome? The longing grows from moment to moment, the always recurring question: Why did this happen? You were my only little brother, and now I’m walking around with a knife in my heart that will never be released. There is nothing left but longing, the time passes slowly for a week, and only my voice cries out now, why? “Wrote Kalanit, Dekel’s sister:” Our palm! There are no words that can describe the pain / it is the whirlpool in the stomach and the head that is moving / trying to digest the evil decree / No, it can not be that did not happen! The jokes, the cynicism, the jerky walk / the computer, the DVD, and ‘I take the car’ / Twenty-one years of your life You gave us all the good you gave us / And souvenirs. Only on Shabbat we celebrated your birthday / all the loving friends and family / we saw in your eyes the joy and excitement / take life so simply. Dekel will tell us what to do? / How do we keep these animals alive? / Where are you and how do you feel? / Everything happened during your vacation on the road / And in one second your heart is silent / And some of our hearts will sleep with you. “Yael, Dekel’s girlfriend, wrote to him:” To my love. I sit and push in front of me, the pain is enormous but the words do not come out. It’s hard for me and bad for me when you’re not near me. I know you love and miss, and more than that I know that we will meet again, and we will continue with our love that was interrupted prematurely. It’s strange to say that you are no longer here, and inside me I know you have not left me but you went to find us a beautiful and quiet place somewhere in the next world. I close my eyes and see you in front of me, hugging and kissing as always. The chilling reality shattered my heart into fragments of love for you. When will we meet Dekel? You’re waiting for me, are not you? “Tal, Dekel’s niece, said goodbye to him:” Palm I love you and miss you. I want you to come back, jump on you, go wild like you used to, and hug you. Good palm to you up? Dekel’s commanders and friends from the Armored Corps and the Palmach said: “Dekel, you were the flower of the weapons that were taken from us … Your smile will be engraved with us for eternity, you would inspire every soldier in the ward with your dedication and professionalism. We will always remember and not forget, Dekel, why did you go and you are so young? ” A friend of Dekel to the service: “Dekel, I will never forget your eternal smile and laughter, even in the hospital when you lay wounded, you would not be sad, you would throw silly little comments that made us laugh. There is not enough words in the world to describe you … No one will be able to measure the size of my love and my longing for you, and words can not describe them … I will never forget you, palm will always be with us. The flower of armaments, but now you are the angel of armament: Dekel was a teacher to me but most of all a friend, I will never forget you, wherever I am. ” “The loss of a friend that hurts / the most painful pain that can be a heart / How can you get used to not seeing you / not hear your voice? / The charming smile that drove all the girls crazy / How can we all live without you? .. know that it is not over / that every night when the stars come out we will always know that you are guarding us in heaven as in the past / only time passes, the pain increases / does not pass,I am longing for you, friend. “Eulogy for the palm tree:” Dekel, the whole life before you was over in a fraction of a fateful second. All the dreams that you have not yet managed to dream have disappeared, all the things you have not yet done. That’s how you separate at twenty-one, so young. I can write long lines and tell so many stories, but most of all I will always be in my heart with the child in you, who has encouraged me in difficult times and can smile on my face. So I hope you lie peacefully up there guarding us, I just ask you to radiate some of the smile and joy of life in you because you are missing all of us here. I will never forget you, my brother. “Mali, a friend of Dekel, wrote:” Dekel. I remember how every time I was a little sad, you always knew how to make me smile and make me laugh. And now I look at your picture and try to think of a few words that can express the great pain I feel from within, but all the emotions I can not write in one letter. I still believe it, or do not want to believe that your sweet smile and laughter is no longer with us … Dekel, I believe that you will want to see us smiling as you did and that we will continue to live our lives despite the great pain and the great loss. “On the second anniversary of the fall of Dekel, his sister Kalanit wrote:” Seven hundred and forty days have passed and you are not seven hundred and forty days old and you have not grown / you still reverberate your laughter in the air. I admit it hurts, everyone goes his way and wants to shout to everyone, stop the clock, return the time / and maybe again I can see d Easy little bro. But he does not hear, he wants you with him / because he knows what he caught in his net / Alem is greedy with a smile of conquest / kindness and cynicism destroys / a true friend You knew you wanted / but did not let you go on living. “Menachem, Dekel’s father, He wrote: “The cries of the earth, the cry of heaven / the palm of my son carried on my hands / dawn broke, and the sun shone / my son was taken away, his soul departed. Between hope and expectation, he held his hands / the love he received, he saw in his eyes / can not smile, nor cried / taken my son, his soul gone. The world ceased to move, and the sun without light / It is a somber autumn, a dream that never wakes / a malicious hand, Down sent / taken My son, His soul has gone. Here they were, the angels, circling around him / kissing his face and caressing his heart / his pains as agony, they said, and now rest / took my son, his soul departed. It was not enough for him to say that he would say goodbye to the world / everything in his heart, and what he dreamed / did not even know that this was his last day / was taken by Dekel, taken in the closet. Dekel is immortalized in the memorial of the fallen soldiers of the Armament Corps that was established in Netanya and in the memorial of the fallen soldiers of the Nahal Brigade in Pardes Hannah. On the Internet, on the sites commemorating fallen soldiers of the Ordnance Corps and the Nahal, you can find a great deal of material on a page in memory of Dekel, including his pictures and memorials written by family and friends.
