Brim, Israel (‘Tully’)
Son of-Aryeh, of blessed memory, and Tziporah, was born on December 9, 1954. He studied at the Har Nevo Elementary School in Tel Aviv and continued to study at the high school in Kfar Hayarok. He grew up in a warm home, had a Simcha childhood, was a big mischievous boy, often coming home battered and beaten, and clothes he wore in the morning were sometimes torn in the evening, and his feet were always barefoot, He was a loyal and devoted friend to his many friends who would always come and go in his home, and his parents. He always liked to cover up his mischief with a warm kiss or a hug he gave his mother and his conciliatory words to his parents, and they forgave him for his insults, and whenever they wanted to scold him for his actions, he would laugh at them until they left him During his studies in elementary school, he was a member of the Hanoar Haoved vehalomed youth movement, and his love of animals and his interest in agriculture prompted him to ask his parents to send him to an agricultural school. It was not easy for the parents, and they willingly agreed that their child would leave home and go to boarding school. But Tully managed to convince them that this was the way he had chosen her and that the school in Kfar Harok was suitable for his wishes. Tully loved the green village and everything in it. He fit in well with the boys, and life in the village made him independent and mature and very different from that naughty boy who was at home. He was also active in sports, especially in basketball, and was very interested in this field in Israel. During his studies in Kfar Hayarok, his father died of a Lev attack, which caused him a serious crisis in his studies. The second was the obligation to return home to his mother, who had been widowed and left alone, since his sister had married and moved to a remote moshav. Finally he reached a decision, left the green village and went home to live with Mother. He continued his studies at the Exeteri School. Tully was drafted into the IDF in the middle of February 1973. He was always hoping to be a parachutist in a combat unit, but after the basic training he began a struggle at home with his mother. To his commanders and asked to be allowed to serve close to the house, but he did so against his will, but he could no longer resist his pleas and agreed to change his position, but continued to serve in the paratroopers. As a driver with a car he could be home more often and see his mother. In peace, but not for many days, on one of his trips he was the victim of a road accident, and on July 31, 1974, he was wounded and died four days later, was buried in the military cemetery in Kiryat Shaul. His sister said: “He fell in the line of duty, and since then there is nothing that can fill the void that he left behind.”
