Ben Esther and Israel. Born on 10 March 1976 in Yeruham, brother to Noa and Yael, Amir began his studies at the “Hanasi” elementary school in the city, where he studied until the fifth grade, when the family moved to Arad, Where he studied at the “Ye’elim” Elementary School and the “Reut” junior high school and graduated from the ORT high school in geography, where Amir was a charming child with a developed sense of humor, sociability, music and sports, especially soccer. Amir was very attached to his family, grandfathers and grandmothers and his sisters, who accompanied them on trips and shared their experiences as a boy, was very responsible, did not complain, a real patriot who loved to travel in Israel. Polite, cultivated his appearance. A handsome boy, tall and strong, happy and smiling, who likes to hang out and drive. At the beginning of August 1994, Amir joined the IDF and served in the “Dragon” in the artillery. Later, he completed a commanders’ course and joined the battalion as a team commander. In this capacity, he took great care of his soldiers and tried to help them with their problems. Amir was proud and pleased with his job, and was scheduled to leave for an officer’s course. He was described by his commanders as an ambitious and dedicated commander who worked tirelessly for the benefit of his soldiers and took care of all their needs. He volunteered first for every mission and performed it in the best possible way. Be friendly and sympathetic to his friends and acquaintances. Amir loved military life. During Operation Grapes of Wrath, when his battalion was transferred from the Lebanese border to the Golan Heights, Amir felt that he had been “stolen from him by the war.” The commander of the unit in which he wrote a letter to Amir’s family in the letter of condolence: “Amir began his career in the battalion as a soldier and with the willpower and personal ability he completed a commanders’ course and joined the battalion as a team commander … Amir volunteered for every mission and performed it Diligently and with a desire to succeed. ” Amir fell during his service on June 22, 1996. He was buried at the military cemetery in Arad, leaving behind his parents and two sisters, and his family published a book of remembrance, combining poems and letters written by the family and his friends Amir’s parents wrote: “Our Amir, you are no longer ours, the angels you took. They always take beautiful children and you were so beautiful, a flower at the beginning of his life, a flower that will never blossom again. How proud we were of you, how much we loved you and left us a silent stone as a souvenir. When you were born, you brought with you the light and joy, Grandpa Mikea beamed and proud he did not expect to meet you so fast in another world, he thought he would protect you from above and now he must be watching over you as close to him as he always did. For twenty years we enjoyed your laughing eyes, the light of your face, the kindness of your heart and the smile that never left your lips. You never said ‘no’, you were always willing to help, you were always worried about everyone, you called to ask how the grandmothers, the grandfather, the parents and the sisters were. You always thought about what would be good for others. To friends. You were so humble! You always said it was good for you. That you are all right, that we stop worrying about you, because everything is so easy and everything makes you happy. When you were. Amir the trees! You gave them all and everyone wanted to reach your top, but the emir of the rifle cut off the beauty of your youth. Amir’s friend, Shay Habusha, wrote in his memory the song “Amir, a friend who was and is not!”: “I am a man, Amir was a friend / he was not a friend like him / he always has and will be a place in the heart for you / Amir means in Arabic prince, / for many of us you were prince without crown but with a broad heart and understands.You have had time to spend time with us, with your friends, although you would like to sleep, but we had to disturb you / because without you, recreation is not recreation. “Aviram Barmi, Amir’s subordinate, Wrote in his memory the song “The Flower Scoundrel”: “The late Amir was a flower / flower whose end was a wolves / flower whose whole life was a flower / flower that was not like his stems / A flower that is erect and beautiful / A flower that not everyone sees / White / No white clouds / white of good deeds / Everything looks black and gloomy down / And everything looks like everything is lost / But Amir keeps from above / Keeps you from having no harm / Surely he wants you to have good / The world will stand And we are asking you how are you and you are all over there / and all the battery you miss / And the family in you wants to touch / And remember your laughter rolling / And the pain is growing / Never remember you Amir / Who was an example to all his soldiers / and turned into a flower, a scoundrel. ” The song “People Cry at Night”, written by Amir on 6.1.1993: “People Cry at Night / Their tears are washed in streams of comfort / People cry in the night / And weeping is not heard / People love at night / Strong and lonely love / It breaks in silently, People Apologize at night / Deep and deep hatred / It bursts like a storm / Waves on the waves of mercy / People apologize in the night / A deep and silent apology / People forgive at night / The forgiveness of love.
