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Ariel, Victor (wiki)

Ariel, Victor (wiki)


Ben Esther and Shlomo. Was born on January 2, 1985 in Kadima, named after his grandfather, Victor Kretzu z “l, the father of his mother, who died a year before his birth. His parents rejoiced at the birth of their third child, an only child after two daughters, Maya and Racheli. When he was a year old, the fourth nurse was born, Mirit. The family lived in Moshav Kadima in the Sharon region, where Vicky studied at Yigal Allon Elementary School and graduated from the Hadasim High School in the summer of 2002. Vicki was a pleasant, smart, naughty, energetic boy. His fondness for harmless pranks left no one without a smile-a relative, a friend or even a teacher. His naive generosity left him often without a piece of writing that he handed out to those who asked for it. He often volunteered his mother Esther to make cake for parties (although he knew she had never baked a cake), to get a friend’s clothes or to arrange snacks. She always helped him happily, and she knew how important it was to him. The same qualities of generosity, kindness and socialism were ingrained in him, as was his broad smile, and he was always surrounded by many friends wherever he was. From an early age, Vicki loved sport and excelled in every industry he chose to participate in. At least once a week he met with his friends in a neighborhood soccer game, a practice he continued to do as best he could. At the age of 6, he joined several members of the traditional karate class at the Gujorie School of Karate and Kung Fu. While many had already dropped out in the first year, Vicky had found a real home karate. He continued his training and at the age of 11 became the assistant to his personal trainer, Roni Akirav. In 2000, when he saw his wonderful approach to the children, Roni recommended that he take a course for counselors at the national college of Gujorie, and when he completed the course, he became a counselor for groups of children in Kadima and Beit Herut until his enlistment in the IDF. “When he trained the children, he always carried a bag of toffee and balloons with him, as he explained:” For those who win a prize, and for the loser – a condolence prize … “He used to reassure and use the children’s parents as a counselor, Many parents said that Vicki even gave his own cup to the boy who cried because he did not win the cup in the competition, and when he joined, they did not believe because they thought that He won the 1997 Israeli championship in Netanya and in 1998 and 2000 in Even Yehuda, and since each competition has several categories, he came home with more than one cup each time. 17, and won the most prestigious national category – open-weight combat – he competed against 20-30 year-olds and won, becoming the Israeli champion of traditional karate that year, and he was known for his amazing bounce ability, Children lying on top of one another on a mattress. Another great love in his life was music. Even before he knew a word in English, he had recited entire songs in broken English that he had heard from Maya’s rock recordings, his older sister. With her help he learned to play the guitar, which became another part of his body, with which he went everywhere, including the company. During every free time he played and sang. Even on weekends, when he returned from the army, a few friends would meet in Kadima Square and Wicky would play them. Among his family members, too, he often took a guitar and a book of poems, seated the family members and organized a singing group. During his high school studies, he founded with a few of his friends a band called “The Quiet Cry,” in which he was a guitarist and soloist. The group approached the local council and with it helped establish a music club in the former Hanoar Haoved Vehalomed youth group. The band attracted a few dozen teenagers to the place, and even performed in various places, at the Mam ceremoniesTwo in the town and one in Hadasim. Vicki also played on his parents’ day. As an avid musician, he invested all his money in guitars, amps, strings, CDs, diskettes and tickets for concerts and concerts with his sisters Mirit and Racheli and his friends. Vicki was a mischievous brother and devoted to his sisters. He particularly liked to swing them up, one by one, in order, even if they protested strongly or tried to escape. His parents, too, were unable to avoid this ritual, always calm in his rolling laughter. Vicki and his sister Mirit, who only a year apart, were in all the educational frameworks, from the hostel to the army. They also celebrated Bar and Bat Mitzvah together. At an early age, Vicki met in the military framework. His father Shlomo served 31 years in the regular army in the Signal Corps and took him with him many times to his base in Tzrifin, where he served against a senior officer. Vicki knew he would enlist in a combat unit and wanted to serve as a medic. In March 2003, Vicki enlisted in the IDF, fulfilled his dream and became a combat medic in Shimshon, in August 2003, Platoon 2. His comrades in the unit say that they are moving their time in the music and he was a person who loved to listen and help in times of trouble, A bag of bamba and a guitar, and he used to joke with his friends in the unit, especially to call them “young” to their displeasure or to take a certain action: “Do not be a sociomet.” He liked to play soccer and backgammon with them, Departing home in their favor and once on duty as a paramedic in the APC for three consecutive days without changing clothes or even removing shoes, so that his friend could notice A soldier who was wounded was cold. Although he seldom went home, he made sure to phone the family every day, talk to his nephew, Rotem, and ensure at the end of the conversation: “It will be okay, do not worry.” Vicky has made many plans for the future. When Rahli’s sister was accepted for a bachelor’s degree, he told his mother that he would surprise her too. He intended to study at the Wingate Institute and set up a karate club in Kadima. More than once, Roth said his nephew would be just the right age to be his first apprentice. During Sukkot, on Thursday, September 30, 2004, Vicky completed guard duty, and managed to send a happy holiday message to a close friend of his. On the way back to the base at nine in the morning, a message was received about the infiltration of terrorists in Nisanit and they changed direction in order to reach the infiltration site. The soldiers saw a woman lying on the floor and Wicky hurried out and gave her first aid as a medic. The terrorists who ambushed the soldiers fired at him. As a young boy who was known for his infinite smile, generosity and kindness, Vicky was killed trying to save lives. He was nineteen when he fell. He was laid to rest in the small military section of the cemetery in Kadima. Survived by his parents and three sisters. Sgt. Victor (Vicki) Ariel fell on his parents’ 29th wedding day, and hundreds of residents of Kadima and his friends came to try and console them: “Our precious wiki, the days pass by and your absence is felt everywhere. “They say that as the days pass, we overcome the separation that is dear to us, but to us every day is full of longing and more difficult to be without you, the most precious of all. “I taught Vicki for three years, from fourth grade through sixth grade,” says Simona Barak, who published the book in memory of Vicky in the local newspaper Shabtayot: “Love and longings, mother, father and sisters. . Last month he was killed while on duty. I remember a big, charming smile, of a joyous childYou ran. Vicki was a naughty student who liked to demonstrate his skills in karate at every opportunity, especially during breaks. He stood out as a wise student, often helping his friends whenever he was asked. No wonder, then, that everyone loved them. As a boy I met him several times, and I was impressed by his charming personality, sensitivity, and especially by the big smile that never changed, the broad smile that characterized him so much. Today, after leaving, Vicki is missing his family and friends. I, who had known him as an educator and a resident, remained sore and missed. I am fortunate to have the privilege of educating a student who in his adult life proved humanity and love of man. Yitzhak Golbari, head of the Kadima Council and a relative of Victor Ariel, said: “Whoever knew Vicky knows he is an amazing guy, always running to help. He was very active in the community. They know him with a huge guitar on his shoulder. He was an Israeli champion in karate and was a karate instructor. In the evenings he used to sit in a white hand square singing songs with his friends. He was a guy who hooked up with everyone. “Roni Akirav, Vicky’s instructor in karate, writes:” When Vicki enlisted, I took his classroom instruction. Sometimes, when all the kids wanted to go out to the bathroom or drink, it was a sign that Vicki had come to visit, and the practice had become one big celebration. We will always remember you with the smile on your face, the willingness to help, the ability to give and a lot of children around you. And of course your extraordinary ability to bounce, float, and roll, which no tiger would have been ashamed of either. “Viki’s girlfriend, Adi Kimchi, writes:” Today I bury a smile, today I am burying joy. Today I am standing over the grave of a man who has always accepted life with understanding and common sense, qualities that many of us lacked and you were concerned about assimilating in us. I’ve known you for four years, Vicky… Four years when I heard you complain once. I appreciated it in you. You loved to care for, hear, and help other people, and you also treated the injured woman. You are a flower that has been harvested before it is due. The day I knew you I remember exactly as if it were yesterday. We were at a party and we started talking, you wore a colorful clown hat with bells. You called me two days after the party and since then we have maintained a relationship that has developed into a beautiful friendship. You would sit with me, we would laugh, you would teach me karate, you would play the guitar, we would play the computer, we would talk about the meaning of life. We would go to parties, quite a lot, I’ll never forget how you would dance Viki, you did not stop dancing, you danced for 6 hours straight. ‘It’s to get all the pressures out of the army,’ you’d say. You would drive really fast with music and volume in the background. You were a person full of energies, full of life. Why did they pick them up from you? Vicky? … We will not share problems anymore, we will not laugh together, I will not see you smiling anymore, I will not feel you embrace, I will not hear you sing songs, I will not solve dilemmas with the opposite sex anymore. We’ll go to the clubs together and dance. Where did the smile go? Where was he hiding? Not caught, just did not perceive that a person so full of dead life. It’s not Frida Vicky … it’s not a goodbye … I’ll perpetuate you forever in my mind. Everyone knows who you are, everyone will remember you. May your memory be blessed. “The commander of the unit, Lt. Col. Udi, writes:” Victor served as a fighter and a combat medic until the bitter day when he was killed and killed, and that morning, after changing his night shift, Victor and his two commanders returned to the company’s quarters. On their way, they learned of a shooting incident in the vicinity of the settlement of Eli Sinai, and the commander announced that the force was driving to the scene of the incident while seeking contact with the terrorists. , It is extracted under fire intoBehind cover, but his injury was fatal. “I know that there is no consolation for the terrible pain of bereavement, but know that Viktor and his friends acted admirably, Victor’s friends will forever remember his guitar playing with his constant smile.” The head of the Nissanit Council wrote: “St.-Sgt. Victor Ariel, the Lord, paid the price of his life for showing humanity and courage worthy of all respect, with unshakable dedication to save lives as he knew only from the point of view of man and medic. We appreciate and salute you for your human heroism … the Nissanit family, residents of the northern Gaza Strip, Eli Sinai and Dugit. “

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