The son of Helena and Alexander shall be judged. Growing up in Tzipi and Meir Assaf. Born on October 31, 1984 in Kiev, Ukraine, in September 1992, when Alex was six and a half years old, he was brought to Israel by the rabbis of Kfar Chabad. He spent four and a half years in Kfar Chabad until his mother’s arrival in Israel, and Alex was received by the Assaf family with great love and warmth that he lacked during his first eleven years. His first parents, Tomer, Zvika, Gal and Shimrit – were brothers in every respect and had a beloved brother, Alex began his fifth grade at Alon Elementary School, And immediately wrote all his notebooks in his new family name, Assaf, and at the end of sixth grade he moved to the “Megadim” junior high school in the city and continued to the “Ort Megadim” high school. When he reached the age of sixteen, he was quick to issue an identity card and asked his adoptive parents to officially change his surname to Assaf and, at their request, agreed to wait until the age of eighteen so that he could decide on his own. The secretary in Megadim High School says that Alex did not rest until he changed his surname in the school records, as he did with the Civil Guard clerk, where he volunteered for six years, full of pride For having achieved the aspiration of his life. Alex was a smiling, energetic boy, who was almost six feet tall and stood out as a man of values and a broad, warm Lev. He was willing to help anyone at any time, to invest and do for others. His teachers attested to the spirit of volunteerism and the ability to give and to appreciate. For many, and especially for the family, Alex was considered an angel – the embodiment of good, honesty, and loyalty. He loved playing football and basketball, showed an outstanding talent for painting, knew computers, loved cars – especially the parents’ car – but mostly attracted to music; his shelves were crammed with CDs and audio tools of all kinds; Alex completed his studies with great success and brought home a matriculation certificate for the glory of his family and the splendor of his school. Alex loved his brother very much. Tomer, his older brother, a senior IDF officer who in his last position served as battalion commander, was a model for him. Alex admired him and followed his path. Alex liked to sit next to Zvika, who was a professional in computer graphics, and marvel at his performance on the computer. Gal was his best friend, the age gap between them was small, and they played together on the computer, watched movies, and talked to one another. Shimrit was the little, scholarly nurse for him, he admired her and kept her safe. At the end of July 2004, Alex enlisted in the IDF, was assigned to the Rotem Battalion in the Givati Brigade and began his training as a combat soldier in the brigade. Among his commanders and subordinates, Alex was considered a man of great height; As a commander, he was a personal example and his soldiers called him “our father”. Alex took care of all his subordinates’ needs and never went to bed before them. All the soldiers in the battalion loved Alex and appreciated him, his commanders trusted him and praised his exemplary behavior. The spirit of volunteerism continued to hit him during his military service, and during his short vacations he continued to work in the Civil Guard in his place of residence and to tour. Alex was a fighter in body and soul. He was a source of pride to his friends, soldiers and commanders, first and foremost his family, who saw him as a precious and beloved son, a brother and a perfect friend. For each operation, volunteer first and perform the tasks to the satisfaction of M.His controls. He also volunteered to go out even though he was not required to do so. Alex had many dreams. His ambition was to contribute to the state in every possible way, and he spoke of a security career – enlisting in the Mossad or the General Security Service – alongside continuing studies. Unfortunately, all his dreams and plans were cut off when he donated the most precious of all-his life. Alex fell in battle during the Second Lebanon War on August 23, 2006. During the fighting in Lebanon, his regiment, the “Rotem” battalion, was brought to the combat zone. The force conducted searches in the area of Lida, in the eastern sector, at the foot of the Ramim ridge, when it hit an IDF mine on the Lebanese side, while Alex was killed as a result of the mine explosion, and three more soldiers were wounded. “The rescue took a long time and only after a long period of operation of engineering soldiers and Givati fighters were the victims evacuated from the area Alex was twenty-two years old when he fell, and was brought to the military section of the Karmiel cemetery, Alex’s adoptive father: “A Lev of gold is forever gone / Your mighty body will no longer beat / We will not hear your flowing laughter / We will not hear your confident step. // How will the hero of the corps not come / sneak into your room in the dark of night / How did your voice sound in your room / This silence we can not stand // The pain of your absence does not fade / With every moment and every day our hero / He asked his name in the citadel (Metzudat Yoav). / All you wanted was Alex Assaf / Why is God your years not yet / Why is your youth at one stroke / Why in me why did not he touch / If you were my life I would devote / Now I am left behind to say Kaddish. At the request of Sister Shimrit, Alex’s grave was inscribed on the grave of Alex: “You have received your wings in life.” His friends wanted to add the words “Your seal is engraved in our Lev for ever.” “The memory of something close / something that is no longer with us / A relative who has gone far / far but in our hearts / A hero who is glowing in our pride / Laughter that remains in our head / A child we will always remember / Such a friend we always wanted.” Alex’s family produced a sticker With his name, the date of his birth and his fall, alongside the caption “We shall not forget”
