,אֵ-ל מָלֵא רַחֲמִים, שׁוכֵן בַּמְּרומִים, הַמְצֵא מְנוּחָה נְכונָה
,עַל כַּנְפֵי הַשְּׁכִינָה בְּמַעֲלות קְדושִׁים, טְהורִים וְגִבּורִים
כְּזֹהַר הָרָקִיעַ מַזְהִירִים, לְנִשְׁמות חַיָּלֵי צְבָא הֲגָנָה לְיִשְׂרָאֵל
,אֵ-ל מָלֵא רַחֲמִים, שׁוכֵן בַּמְּרומִים, הַמְצֵא מְנוּחָה נְכונָה
,עַל כַּנְפֵי הַשְּׁכִינָה בְּמַעֲלות קְדושִׁים, טְהורִים וְגִבּורִים
כְּזֹהַר הָרָקִיעַ מַזְהִירִים, לְנִשְׁמות חַיָּלֵי צְבָא הֲגָנָה לְיִשְׂרָאֵל
Ben Yaffa and Avraham. He was born on the 17th of Tevet 5737 (14.1.1977) in Moshav Bnei Zion. The eldest brother of Ohad, Adva and Chen. A handsome boy, happy and happy. Amit attended the Salomon Elementary School in Rishon Letzion, the junior high school and the Ami-Assaf High School in Beit Berl. He excelled in his studies and was loved and accepted by everyone – friends, teachers and educators. Amit was active in the “Youth House” of the youth movement of the agricultural Union in Moshav. He loved playing chess and playing guitar and recorder. Amit Habav Sports and chess in Ben Zion basketball team. Loves a swimmer, trips and trips in a tractor. Prior to joining the IDF, he traveled to the United States and Greece, where he left with a group of friends, including Yochi, his girlfriend for five years. Amit wanted to join an elite unit, and in order to achieve this, he participated in a preparatory course for the IDF during the 11th and 12th grades, and was forced to stop in the middle of the formation of Sayeret Matkal. At the end of July 1995, Amit enlisted in the Nahal unit of the Nahal Brigade, and was accepted to the ranks of the Engineering Corps, where he became the leading Magist of his team. He loved his teammates and his military service. In June 1996, while his company was in southern Lebanon, at the pumpkin outpost, his commander was killed along with four of the company’s soldiers. Amit made sure to maintain contact with the bereaved families, and tried to encourage them and comfort them as much as possible. In February 1997, a helicopter disaster occurred, in which Amit lost many friends and acquaintances, but despite the great difficulty, he decided to turn to the officer. At the end of the course, and the completion of the course for engineering officers, he returned to his unit, where they saw him as a leading and high-quality officer. Amit took command of a team that was named after him – the Asulin team. As an officer and commander, Amit was uncompromising in two areas – on the one hand he demanded perfect professional performance, and on the other hand he was aware of every problem in his team, whether personal or systemic. As a result, he managed to build an excellent team, which received great praise, and from which five officers and commanders left. Throughout his life, Amit was characterized by an aspiration for excellence. As a student, as a soldier, as an officer and as a member. He was very fond of his friends and classmates, of his comrades in the company, and finally of his subordinates as engineering officer in the FLAH, where he served for long periods in southern Lebanon, where he and his soldiers chased him with painful and painful events. On the morning of Sunday, June 25, 1998, when the Assouline team made its way to the planned ambush in the village of Talousa in southern Lebanon, a roadside bomb was used against them. Staff Sergeant Or Cohen, Amit, and four of his soldiers were injured when heavy fire was fired at them and continued to give orders, because of the difficult conditions and the fire on the crew and rescuers, He was laid to rest in the military section of the Moshav Bnei Zion cemetery at the age of twenty-one, leaving behind his parents, two brothers, a sister and a friend. He remembered two memorial ceremonies in which he took part in the purchase of a forest plot in his name in the Forest of the Defenders, and donated it to the Sports Center in Basra Sports events held to commemorate – a navigation race in the Eshtaol Forest, attended by about 600 people – family members, friends and soldiers, as well as a mini-tournament held at Beit Berl Elementary School. “I was always a favorite of others – disciplined, smiling, a professional soldier and very motivated.Oh on a mission, you can always rely on a colleague. It’s not lip service, what I say and write, but really a real feeling … “One of his comrades says:” Challenge and achievement were always goals to which Amit looked. In most cases can them and some failed, but give up? No way. He always tried again and again until he felt he had accomplished the task. Thus was a colleague in his life: a person with a very high personal ability, able to operate and operate a group, and a very strong desire to succeed, with the aspiration to excellence. In my memory there will always be a strong man and an outstanding officer, a real person and a revered commander, a friend in the heart and a soldier. “Another member of the company wrote to Amit:” Friendship is the attempt to crawl after you despite fear and danger. Membership is to help carry and push the journey. Membership is to be happy in your success. Friendship is to be sad until you miss your absence. “At the memorial ceremony marking the anniversary of Amit’s death, Tzipi, his teacher and his good friend, said the following:” It is the friendship to belong together, to belong together and to always keep the friendship and to call it love and be safe – it will never fade, even after your death. ” “… In such situations all the barriers fall and the person is revealed in his truth. And Amit was indeed in all his beauty – not only handsome and strong-bodied, but also a beautiful soul, with inner strength, adhering to his mission, kindness, supporting his friends and drawing them forward. In his short life, Amit managed to emphasize human values and qualities that would be sufficient to break a life. “On the anniversary of his death, his sister Adva wrote:” Amit, who I waited for you to come, every phone call, every knock on the door I prayed it would be you, and then give me your warm and loving embrace that you always gave me when you returned. When you hugged me, I always knew I was sure that someone was watching over me, but now who would watch over me when you were not here? “Yochi wrote on his anniversary:” You live with me every moment and every breath of my life. Talking to you, crying and even sometimes smiling. We were together for a long time, a time when you gave me so much, a time when I learned how to truly love and how can I not love you, Amit? … “Amit’s good friend Eran said a year after his death: – Today you accompany us. Whether it’s at home, in the army, in the car, or on the other side of the world, it’s not a day that you’re not with us. Hiking, bowling, over the grave or just a cup of coffee. You have always been and always will be an inseparable part of our lives. Your memory and your image will stay with us forever, and will accompany us in every step of life. “Amit’s company commander wrote:” Amit. I never believed that I would find myself standing over the fresh grave and reading eulogy. I did not believe anyone, that anything could hurt you. You were a first-rate fighter, a charismatic leader with the highest personal and professional ability I knew. You were the best there was. “