Son of Idit and Yaron. He was born in Jerusalem on the 14th of Adar 5747 (March 14, 1987). Brother to cheer and Alon. Matan grew up in Mevasseret Zion. He attended elementary school in Pisgat Ze’ev in Jerusalem, junior high school and Harel High School. A child who loves life, smiles to the world, who has received much love from those around him. In the yearbook of the fifteenth cycle, at the end of the junior high school, it was written about Matan: “Matan Baskind – a stand-up club. I found Matan in a very successful stand-up club where he demonstrates his developed sense of humor. Most of his jokes are based on his hobbies: painting, cycling, computer games, and of course listening to Trance and Aussies. When I looked at him I was dazzled by his amazing blue eyes. “Matan was in ninth grade at the Harel high school, where he was written in the yearbook:” Matan Baskind – the suspect was recently seen preparing hamburgers with the brother of one of the suspects. Sturdy hamburgers drive Baskind to increase his triceps muscle mass by lifting 180 kilograms of hamburgers in one shot, and from there he sets up additional paratroopers in order to get into the position of head of infantry. Finally, it was learned that Baskind had indeed gone through the process successfully! In the middle, Baskind could be seen shouting in Russian with a heavy accent while imitating another defendant. “Matan’s greatest dream since he was sixteen was to be a parachutist, and the adventure that he thinks of being a paratrooper is fascinating to him, not because of the desire to fight A counselor who saw him lying on the ground immediately disqualified him and Matan was sent home, but Matan did not give up, and as a boy with asthma he knew how to fight for his own. A chance to be a paratrooper, but this only spurred the giving of “Fite” as he knows – with determination, stubbornness and a strong desire to achieve his goal. Earth and has trained himself to be a physical fitness and stamina are exceptions. So beat his illness, and was formulating. When disqualified, again did not give up, turned directly to the paratroopers brigade commander and persuaded him to give him another chance. The day when Matan joined the IDF (28.7.2005) was one of the happiest days of his life, and the day he was sworn in as a soldier in the Paratroopers Brigade was an even happier day. In 2005, Matan was injured during a parachute jump, was hospitalized and underwent a long rehabilitation period of about five months, and the realization that he could no longer be a combatant saddened him and caused him great sorrow. About his mood and made a decision to continue serving. He claimed that serving in the IDF was a right that must be fulfilled: He said that as a combatant, he knew how to be a loyal supporter and friend of his comrades, and once again his strong spirit prevailed and he persuaded his commanders to take him back to the ranks of the paratroopers. Matan said that the members of the battalion received him with love, even though the beret was carried out without him, and his commanders, he said, were given an M-16 rifle and attached to the roll-call. , And very soon he was appointed to be a platoon sergeant (division sergeant) in the brigade (the brigade training base). On April 17, 2007, A military base on his way to the bus station near the base At around 17:00, while he was standing on the sidewalk at the bus stop at the Dvira junction, he was busy for the last time in his lifeHe took out of his bag cookies and “good things” to give them to two security guards – 202st Battalion paratroopers – who were supposed to stay on duty. “I’m going home, you stay, so take the cookies,” he said. Immediately afterwards a truck driver (who had previous convictions) drove his truck into the station and killed Matan. Matan, 20, was laid to rest in the military cemetery on Mount Herzl in Jerusalem. He left parents, two brothers, and a huge memory of a charming boy who knew how to be funny, who knew the emotion, who was attentive to his family, loved and loved like no other. After his fall he was promoted to First Sergeant. Matan’s friends at the Harel high school immortalized him on the school’s website. The site features Matan’s life story, photographs, memoirs of his friends and farewell letters. Page URL: chttp: //tichon.readyhosting.com/asp/matan.asp. “One month without the phone call on Sunday, when you sound so Simcha and wish a good week,” he said, “Matan, a month without you, a month in which everything without you seems worthless. When you can come … a month without black coffee, one and a half sugar, as you like … with backgammon and endless laughter, I find myself sitting on your bench alone and waiting … waiting for you to leave. That ‘s not happening, and then I go into the trio and turn around for no reason, waiting for me to suddenly catch you, hug you and tell you how much I miss, every soldier with a hat and sleeves up and running reminds me of you. I’m starting with M., continuing to Tel and stopping, pausing in pain, knowing that you are not there anymore and the little things When I was sad, you made me Simcha, and when I was nervous, you calmed me down, you made me realize that at least, with all this pressure, I had you, something to lean on, a reason to go in. Despite everything, I always knew I had you. And when I have to, you will stand up in seconds. … We knew a relatively short period, but we were built with the utmost trust. My brother, I would do anything for you … everything to see you again … to know that you are with me. To erase this damn day when you disappear from the world in such a cruel accident … … I write to you and cry, remembering the days that will no longer exist, remembering the amazing man, the good friend he is not. At least that, at least the memories. In front of your grave I tell you, Matan, I love you, I keep thinking about you and longing … I’ll never forget you. Something from me, he died with you, “wrote his classmate, Idan Porat:” Matan … Bass! Remember how we used to sit at school breaks? So, when we roared with laughter on the benches in the corridor … Remember how you would practice in a gym and run on Mount Eitan like a madman? So, when you practiced with all your might so that when the day came, you would be a proud combat soldier … remember how you always spoke about the IDF … When you spoke about Zionism, values and love of the homeland … remember how the trip was before the army? Then, when you were proud of the red cap and talking about the exhausting training, the short nights, all with the enthusiasm and passion you had in your eyes … Remember how you got injured in your second jump? So, at first, when you were talking about returning to the unit … And when you understood that you would not be a warrior again, you fought during the rehabilitation process with pain and suffering and you won them … Remember how we used to spend time together, all our friends? My father, when we went down to the city or just sitting staring at meWe all laughed and laughed, full of joy … You remember, I’m sure of it. You have always been a champion in raising memories without omitting any detail when we talked about the good times, the Simcha events, and the exciting experiences. And we all remember and remember forever the sweet smile on your amazing face, your strong body and your gentle soul. … You’ve always worried about everyone around you and now I’m sure you’re worried about us from above. So go on your way, Hashem needs an angel like you, Matan … Bass! Dear brother, young man – forever will stay … “wrote Yarin Faal:” What can I renew? What can I write that was not written? That you were a genius? – Say already! That you were a good friend? – Say already! That you were funny? – Say already! Were you handsome? – Say already! You died? – Say already! That I miss you? “You’re missing us all. You left us without warning!” Without bringing her with a final joke … without winning us with your amazing little smile … … and every time we think of you, we laugh and cry, cry and laugh! Crying – remembering, and grieving! Laughter – remembering and perpetuating! Because it was one of the things you’d been most successful at … to make fun of! “I still did not dare touch it, open it, talk about it. You must. I remember this period we knew, that we started to connect. I remember being really surprised when I discovered your character, because I thought there would be something different. You were gentle and relatively sensitive to your tough look. I remember you the most, and miss you. For all this phenomenon called Matan. “(This page is part of the Yizkor memorial project held by the Ministry of Defense)
