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Avitan, Ilan

Avitan, Ilan


The son of Leah and David. Ilan was born on 23.1.1969 in Migdal HaEmek, the fourth son in the family, with two brothers and two sisters, Ilan studied at the Rogozin Comprehensive School and successfully completed the electronics course in the 26th cycle. A sweet and unforgettable childhood was engraved in his sister Shoshana’s memory: “The marbles, collecting pictures of soccer players, the Monopoly games he made with his own hands, family trips at Lake Baruch to fish fish, trips and parking in the Sea of ​​Galilee with the rubber wheels, All these were the essence of our shared childhood, and we remember his jokes and his glamor, and until now they did not fade away, and once they brought laughter and sweet tears, and now they leave salty tears. ” The music was an integral part of Ilan’s life – he played drums, organ and more, with his sister Shula loved to play and write songs and at home was a broadcaster of records and songs of all styles and times. Ilan was always happy and cheerful, the shy smile on his face. Ilan had a talent for imitating people, and he did not spare the demonstrations and imitations of his “victims.” Ilan loved the English language and was a prolific reader of thrillers in this language. He also loved animals. He was very attached to his dog and the birds and animals that were in the yard of his father’s office at the Golani Junction. Nurse Shoshana continues: “In this atmosphere of laughter, games and experiences, Ilan and Bagar went step by step, each of whom had a nickname, and we called him ‘Chonko’ and he did not like that name very much.” With time it became clear that they had been to Ilan by my hand. He was interested in the hidden parts of simple devices, and not often became impossible. In his character he was very calm and calm, optimistic and loyal to his friends. He always remembered the birthdays of the family, wrote them softly, and made nice gifts. He consulted with his parents before any important decisions and his brother shared his successes. Ilan always said: “Life was given to us as a gift and we must know how to exploit it.” In 1986, Ilan enlisted in the IDF and served in an Air Force anti-aircraft unit. Then he took a course for squad commanders and ended up as an outstanding trainee. Ilan loved the service period in the south of the country, and his commanders appreciated his dedication and his high personal ability. In July 1990, Ilan was discharged from the IDF and enlisted in the Israel Police Force (thus continuing the family tradition), and his friends in the police loved Ilan’s responsibility and dedication to the course. On Sunday, January 28, 1992, Ilan set out on his way to the main road on his way to Shfaram, and felt that he He hurried to the hitchhiking station, and one of the family’s friends saw him and told her that he was going to Shfaram with great haste. Major what happened later. The family say: “Perhaps he thought that he could shorten the journey through the village starling. … Something bad had happened on this terrible day, when Ilan hurried to the base that he might be late for the roll call. The next day, Monday, a call came from the police school. The commander of the course claimed that Ilan had not returned from vacation … and then the shock struck us … and the search for a missing policeman began. His picture was first published in police stations, later, in all the media. Policemen, border police, cavalry, his friends – students at the police school, school students and helicopters participated in the searches. Again a new day and there is not even an end of a thread or a sign of life from a tree. The rainy and stormy weather made exploration more and more difficult. After sixThe headquarters of the police station in Migdal HaEmek came to our house with the bitter news. Ilan was twenty-three years old when he fell in the military section of the Migdal Ha’emek cemetery, leaving parents and four brothers and sisters “for us he lives and exists,” say Ilan’s family, “With a smile that will never be wiped off his face, it will be engraved in our memories forever.”

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