Bar, Dror

Ben Leah and Molik. He was born on Kibbutz Einat on 26 January 1974. He was a brother of Gonen, Hovav and Ronit, a husband of Lipat and a father of Uri (who was born after his fall.) Dror attended the “Afek Afek” elementary school on Kibbutz Einat, During the period when his father was away from home, he wrote to him: “To Abba Shalom, somewhere in Einat, near Rosh Ha’ayin, there is a boy named Dror who loves his father very much. Dad, we’re all right and I think the school is fine, too. How about you? I feel 100 percent, I’m helping Mom … Dad, send another postcard. I love you very much, your sparrow. “At the same time, Dror even dedicated a poem to his father:” The whole world is great, and I am afraid of everything, and my father is so big, and I like to eat, and my sister loves to crawl, “In the seventh grade, Dror, together with all his classmates from the kibbutz, went to study at the” Hof Hasharon “school in Kibbutz Shefayim, and in the ninth grade began to train karate in the Shu-To-Kan method, and at the same time Dror played the karate training and became a lifelong way of life, and he was careful to practice and maintain the principles of the method, and the fruits of his perseverance were short at the beginning of 12th grade, when he received a black belt (high class, at an early age, and In a short time). Dror’s attraction to guidance and education came from the values ​​he grew up in and was expressed during high school years by the children of the kibbutz elementary school. Eventually, this tendency will intensify. Dror enlisted in the IDF on July 26, 1992. He began his military career in a pilot course, but after a half year he fell to the infantry and was assigned to the elite unit of the paratroopers. He served as a platoon commander in the Nahal Brigade and as a guide in the officers’ training course at the IDF Training Base 1. After serving as a military commander, he left the IDF and spent a short time in the North and South America. He returned to Israel and returned to Israel, where he served as coordinator of the children’s organization, and was active in the “Chaim” organization and volunteered for three and a half years at Schneider Children’s Hospital in Petah Tikva, The Department of Children with Cancer – Dror trained the hospitalized children in Karate and gave them hours of grace and hope After he fell, he was awarded the “Volunteer Award” by the Minister of Health, and for a year and a half Dror provided limited and exceptional children in Amichai, He received the “Volunteer Award for 2002” from the Shalem Association of the Ministry of Labor and Welfare, and he studied at the College of Administration in Tel Aviv on a combined track: teaching certificate, computers and business administration. Ifat. In the third year of his studies, Dror was offered to teach at the “New High School” in Tel Aviv, where he submitted his students to matriculation on computers. His mother Leah relates that during the Passover vacation he went to high school to prepare the students for the matriculation exam. While she thought he would come to an empty classroom, assuming that no student would give up the vacation, Dror reported a full class, and that many students had come and participated in memorizing the material. On the day that the matriculation exam took place, Dror approached each student and handed him a bag of lentils on which was written a blessing of success. His students passed the test with high grades. Dror’s students loved him very much and appreciated his great investment in them. At the end of the school year, the management of “New High School” offered Dror a regular job as a computer teacher. In the meantime, Dror received a request from the Defense Ministry with a proposal to join the ranks of the Mossad and to serve in the computer department. Dror chose to join the Ministry of DefenseHe did not see it as a mission. As a result, he completed his academic studies and received a bachelor’s degree in business administration. On Passover 2002, the IDF launched Operation Defensive Shield, which was intended to damage the infrastructure of Palestinian terror in Judea and Samaria. After three days of training, on April 3, 2002, the battalion entered Jenin. Dror’s battalion first participated in the siege of Jenin, and later began fighting in the refugee camp. The soldiers went from house to house, through the walls of the houses, and advanced slowly to minimize civilian casualties. On the eve of Holocaust Martyrs ‘and Heroes’ Remembrance Day, the eve of Holocaust Martyrs ‘and Heroes’ Remembrance Day. “There is a direct connection between the Holocaust period and these battles, and the connection is that in the Holocaust the Jews could not defend their lives, whereas here we are in an independent state and we are responsible for our fate, and we are fighting,” he said. About the fate of the State of Israel. ” The next day, on April 9, 2002, she encountered Dror’s squad to ambush terrorists. Dror who was with his soldiers fell in battle. He was twenty-eight when he died. He was laid to rest at Kibbutz Einat. Survived by Raya, parents, two brothers and a sister. After his death, his daughter Uri was born – without realizing that his wife was pregnant. On the grave of Dror, who was promoted to captain, the family engraved the words “Through you love of man – you never will.” Avri Golan, a childhood friend of Dror, told him: “He was among the most powerful, the most calm, the most calculated, and I’m sure that in this battle he did everything without mistakes. Dror’s father, Molik, wrote: “You are twenty-eight years old and this is a force – and we did not have the strength to protect you, because we wasted our power. And for forty-eight years we have tried to give you the best of our ability – and you have given us back twice as much – a big heavy stone lies on my heart – and I am with my meager powers and with the help of many of those around me here we have to break down To shreds, and shrapnel to build something new and new that you deserve my Drori, and I do not yet know what it is … I will not stop thinking that the Jewish state needs A Jewish majority is guaranteed forever, and I will continue with your meager efforts in your long conversations … Your peace in the peace of my beloved children, Muhammad my heart, may I die under you, my son, Drori. Never ending, Dad. ” Dror’s father established the “Dror for all” association in his son’s memory and enlisted all his energies for social-voluntary action. Dror was immortalized in the Kibbutzim College project, where excellent seminar papers are devoted to bereaved families. On the dedication page of her work, Sara Amon wrote to the family: “It is a great privilege for me that the seminar work that I wrote is dedicated to you and to Dror, who in his life was such a significant place for children and their development.” The memorial page written by Amit Geva, project coordinator, appears at http://info.smkb.ac.il/home/home.exe/2196/12290. Dror’s life story also appears on the website of the Hof Hasharon High School, in the Yizkor chapter. In memory of Dror, a friend of the family, Avishai Ben-Hur, wrote and composed a song that bears his name: “It was a summer day / you packed your uniform / you said good-bye and you went to reserve duty // We did not know it was the end / And buried quietly Silence // Jenin You are so evil / take us life/ Take your liberty // Your wife gave birth to a daughter / You did not get to see / Did not even get to know / Tell her you were a hero … “On the third anniversary of his downfall, Dror, the page is small and contains everything I have to tell you. They had already said everything possible, but they did not tell you how crazy Uri was. Dror – We talked a lot about you and with you when Spat and I worked together, we talked a lot about what a father will be and how much you love children and how you helped, and how the children loved you and how and how. And how can it be that you are not with us? And how can you not hear Uri’s pearls? And how can you not see how she grew up? And how can you not see how beautiful she is? And how is it possible that she will not come with all the fathers on Friday to take Uri out of kindergarten? Yes, Dror, Uri is in my garden. Today Uri talked a lot about you – ‘My father Dror was killed in the war and he can not go.’ Dror, if only you could – you would be very proud. “Malik, Ifat’s uncle, wrote the story” Where do children really come from? “:” There are stories about storks that originally bring children and maybe even through the fireplace chimney. And there are stories of cauliflower when a child suddenly blossoms. But there is something else about which the other stories are told. In this story you will walk near the big mountain (even a small mountain can be the biggest mountain you see now) because your big mountain, you look at its peak and when the ridge borders the sky, and so clear where the blue sky begins – To the top of the great mountain lies the entire mountain because only because of it is its summit. To see the inside of the mountain you have to stop for a moment and look deep into it, because that’s where things are born. Because there is not alone, in the quiet, in silence, the thoughts become clearer and feel. Then something begins in the heart. It is true that just as it is hard to see the inside of the mountain, it is hard to see the heart, but you can feel, feel, hear the silence. (Sometimes it is easier to listen to the heart of your mother or father because you can put your ear close). In building a house and building toys someone sits with paper and pencil and plans the structure, the production. She is not planning on the baby that will come here – she is planning her birth. And when the heart wants it, and even dreams of it, it builds a circle and another circle, and just as the sun looks very far away, and even if it is dark here, it will sleep somewhere – and so the baby – once the dream wants it, she will sleep in her heart and go with her, and even eat with her, Then one day you can feel her too – because she will sleep, and that the heart knocks even twice and even that she is very quiet (and does not make a mess in the room), because of her the world is not alone. And while the whole world is waiting for her and wants her so badly and he does not have the patience anymore, she decides when to show the world to her – ‘and others are allowed to wait for me …’ Then the heart gives her a hand and says, ‘See you, go on your way …’ “And she goes to this world and says, ‘I am here with you,’ and in her heart a dream begins – the dream of her child …” And Malik wrote again: “Spring again, and again the harvest rose blossoms with such logic, A line, according to the logic of nature. But inside the heart cries out for the injustice, the incomprehensibility of the loss – of nothingness. If there is comfort in the flower basket, it is a rustic continuation … But how can we assume that a little girl is holding the baby with her little hand and her other hand is extended to the story … Dror – the world does not work out without you, the trees bloom for you now – for your family, and you stop. We are used to searching for you in front of us, when you lead the column on a trip to Netaf or anywhere else. We look around us, you sleep but inside us. The spring is sad, again the chair is empty even on this Passover, and waiting for the doorYou will open and you will enter. I believe that with a satisfied smile you see Uri’s footsteps in this world, the innocent wisdom of your charming child. The birds are building a nest again, the moon is full again, and we are marching here in an orphaned world and believing that the smile of Uri your daughter will extinguish the sadness a little. “Yifat’s parents wrote:” Dror, you were like another son, you adopted us from the first moment we met. You gave us the feeling that with Yifat you also received us, in good spirit, in love, and in you there was a lot of love in you. You gave us all a wonderful feeling. Take full part in our family circle, giving attention to each of us – your smile, your presence, your help. And we miss … and the time that passes is not a cure. You are missing – missing Lipa, missing Uri and missing us … Every house of Ephraim. “Yifat’s letter:” I miss every morning anew … three years of no, alone, alone without you, alone in thoughts, alone in reality. Thinking about the waste, the loss. About the dreams that were interrupted, about Uri not having a hug of Dad, about a father who so wanted and did not have time to hug, love, raise, see Uri’s smiles, her joy of life, and feel and hear her. To dream with her, to be with her. Three years without you and I get up every morning, look at our Uri and see the pride that comes from your eyes. What a wonderful girl we have, how we succeeded. And the heart cries. Because Uri will only grow up with stories about you and a picture on the wall. What a missed opportunity! A missed opportunity of life and death … “