Asher, Assaf
Ben Ilana and Ram. He was born on the 7th of Tishrei 5733 (7.10.1972) in Ramat Gan. Assaf grew up in Kiryat Ono, where he studied for twelve years. He began his studies at the “Nir” elementary school, continued to study for three years in the junior high school “Ben Zvi” and another three years in the “Ben Zvi” high school, in the real-physical trend. His friends from school and from the youth movement “Hatzofim” and “Hanoar Haoved” remember him as a good student who also likes to play with him: “To be with Asaf, to laugh all the time … He had a wonderful sense of humor and sometimes he was cynical, He was a great champion, he had a great combination of these two things, so they loved him so much. ” In his spare time, Assaf loved playing the piano, watching movies and television, and enjoying computers. At the beginning of February 1991, Assaf enlisted in the IDF and was sent to a pilot training course, and was assessed as having the greatest potential, as a very good and sharp thinker, who knew Assaf for about nine months. He was already sticking to it. … I saw him carefully measuring his actions and words, displaying rare self-discipline and reaching a high professional level as pilot and officer. “On the professionalism, seriousness and thoroughness he demonstrated in the professional fields, Assaf created excellent social relations with all the squadron members and was admired by all.” On 12.1.1994 Assaf was killed in an air accident while carrying out his duties. Major General Nefia Tamari, Major Ofir Raphael Kaufman and Captain Ofer Yoeli were killed, and Assaf was brought to rest in the military cemetery in Kiryat Shaul, leaving behind his parents, brother Gal and two sisters, Noa and Lilach. To captain. “Hundreds of people marched after the coffin of the twenty-first-year-old pilot in total silence. The darkness around them deepened the sadness. The Air Force members said that the late hour of the funeral was so symbolic. Assaf also lost his life in darkness and fog. He was looking for a spot of light that would show him and his friends to pick up the landing spot, and could not find it. Yesterday, in Kiryat Shaul, a powerful projector illuminated his grave. His friends and commanders in the helicopter squadron, said: ‘We will always remember his mischievous smile and the enormous joy of life that flowed from him.’ “
