Brotfeld, Zohar (Zorek)

Ben Yehudit and Yosef. Born on Tuesday, 22 October 1971 in Kfar Saba, Zohar attended the Lapid Elementary School and the Mossinzon High School in Hod Hasharon, where he taught elementary school. His kindness and innocence were a name for others, there were times when a man’s name attested to his personality and traits, so the boy was – as he was – the radiance of the sky – pure and pure. “He graduated from high school as an outstanding trainee. In a sports club in Kfar Sava, and was involved in swimming and weightlifting, and had a great love for nature, especially for flora, and he was very knowledgeable and understanding about it. It served left the “state” thrives behind. He loved animals, especially dogs, read related material and learn it well, as described by his friend Moshe Shimko: “Another picture at the top, which is a very pretty picture. How do you stand in front of the garden and look at the pigeons drinking from the puddle of water, and you stand and watch. “Dorit adds:” Even now, sometimes, it seems that suddenly you will enter, smile and ask as always, what’s the sound, and if someone needs something, “All his friends mention his kindness, and this is what his friend, Iris, describes him:” Zohar, I will never forget your gentle and soothing smile and your kindness. I appreciated the way you insisted and stood on your own, and did not give a foothold in your heart. I learned that you know how to give and love and that your beloved people will invest endlessly. “Zohar was drafted into the IDF in early October 1991 and assigned to the General Staff. “I remember my first day in the section, which I saw first,” says Moti Oded. I remember worrying about a single tag, and you always made me feel comfortable. I love you Zohar, a beautiful young man. “On July 18, 1993, Zohar fell in the line of duty and was laid to rest in the military section of the Neveh Hadar cemetery in Hod Hasharon, when he was twenty-two years old. In his eulogies on his grave, his commander said: “Anyone who knew Zohar could not help admiring the sensitivity and deep love the boy has for everything alive. He was loved and accepted by everyone. Soldiers, officers and civilians felt close to him for the kindness and generosity he radiated. He readily fulfilled his duties. Few, perhaps too few, were the times he asked himself, visited or complained, until sometimes we felt a desire to do so in his name, but he usually prevented us. We loved you, glamor, young man, beautiful. Unfortunately, we are short of our Savior. This is an inexplicable missed opportunity, a terrible loss and no consolation. “