Ben Zahava and Moshe. Born on March 22, 1976 in Kfar Saba, his uncle was the only child of his parents, who was born after eighteen years of attempts to bring children into the world, and his parents invested in him all their love and concern and spared nothing, Born in Kfar Sava, Dudu studied at the Gordon Elementary School and the Ben-Zvi Junior High School, where he graduated with honors, from where he continued to Katznelson High School and focused on biology and Arabic, where he found great interest. Dudu traveled with a delegation of young people from his school to Poland, which impressed him, and throughout his years he was an excellent student and used to help his classmates. “An amazingly intelligent person, knowledgeable in so many fields,” says his friend, and the director of the school described him as gentle, gentle and considerate, and always precedes peace with a huge smile. During this period his first love for Merav, his childhood friend, flourished. Even as a child, his uncle was interested in many different fields. Even then it was possible to discern the characteristics that characterized his short life: caring, investing, willingness to help, sensitivity and a strong desire to learn and know. For two years, Dudu was a trainee in the Gadna Air Force in Kfar Saba and spent two more years teaching in this framework, being a guide to his students because of his comfortable temperament and general knowledge, and his uncle was sent to the Daya course during the summer. And later discovered his love for literature and was especially attracted to science fiction, history and biographies, and his uncle loved the country at every opportunity, and his uncle was the favorite child of the extended family. A loyal son to his parents, who helped them whenever needed, and a caring and warm family member. His uncle liked to organize trips and family events, and he was the ear of problems and dilemmas, his ability to take into account different opinions and act in a way that all of them wanted, and his uncle grew up among many brothers – not his brother from birth but his cousins, Who lived close by and always felt close to him, the closeness of a brother, his uncle’s love and concern for his relatives were also expressed in his relationship with his two dogs – Bonnie and Billy, who treated him with devotion, as he did with everyone around him. . “More devoted than you are hard to find, or simply – no?” Writes his friend Efrat. His uncle had his own unique way of acting and expressing himself, a truth of his own. These, together with his amazing sensitivity, created the “legend that is always called and will always be called – his uncle,” wrote his childhood friend Meirav. Towards the end of 1994 his uncle enlisted in the army. His ambition was to be a combat soldier, but when he was the only child his parents could not, and he served in the Intelligence Corps. He began his military service in an Arabic translation course, and later served in Ketziot Prison in the south of the country. Despite the difficult conditions and the distance from the house, his uncle liked his job and found great interest in it. He came into contact with Arab-speaking prisoners, and from his conversations with them he learned a great deal about the religion of Islam and the Arabic language. Later on, he moved to an intelligence base in central Israel and continued to fulfill his role as a Western translator. Dudu excelled in every military role he was assigned, performed all his duties in the best possible way, and often added to his investment in things he was not asked to do. He developed warm friendships with his friends in the unit, and always gave him a sense of warmth and security. He brought to the base of delicacies prepared by his mother, and honored them with his friends, to joyEveryone. “Dudu was a commander and a soldier, but more than that, members of Yad-Yemini, a confidant and a discoverer,” his headquarters carried words to his memory. The commander also mentioned the order and cleanliness that his uncle had brought to the office where he worked, and especially the precise and perfect manner in which he performed his work, which led to the assessment of all the parties involved. During his service in the Central Region, Dudu studied chemistry in order to complete an additional matriculation of five units. On Friday, at the beginning of September 1997, six weeks before his release, David and his friend went on a trip to Nahal Amud at the start of a water journey to the sea. On Monday, July 7, 1997, his uncle and his friend Eli, whom he had known from the military course he passed, left for a trip to Nahal Amud. After a while his uncle felt bad and rested. The two continued walking, but suddenly his uncle collapsed and lost consciousness. Eli called for help, but it did not help. During his trip to Nahal Amud, his uncle’s short life ended. Staff Sergeant Dudu Eitan was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Kfar Saba. He was twenty-one when he died. His uncle left behind many parents and family members. On his last journey, he was accompanied by the mayor of Kfar Saba, his teachers, his classmates and the army, and hundreds of the city’s residents. His friends from Kfar Saba prepared a booklet to remember him, and so did his comrades in the army. “Usually one speaks only of the praise of a person who passed away, but anyone who knew his uncle knew how to say that even if he worked hard, he could not fault him,” he wrote of his uncle, the commander of the unit where he served. “The devotion, the responsibility, the kindness and the desire to help … turned Dudu into a beloved and beloved soldier for all the soldiers of the unit in which he served and his commanders.” His friend Doron eulogized him: “I watched you from the side, I saw how you knew how to live well and to make the best of everything while making do with the least … I felt that everyone around you was sending you their secret admiration for it.” “Everyone smiles when they remember you, because you were like that, a happy person we all loved” – “The Gentleman of the Base,” a special one. “You were a child of this land, and when you enlisted, you wanted to contribute to the country you loved … In the most unexpected place, between the landscapes of the north, you found your death … I love you, I adore you, Salute you, my big brother. “
