Ben Lydia and Yehuda. He was born on the 15th of Adar Alef 5736 (February 15, 1976) in Argentina. Gil’s parents separated before he was born when his mother, who was born in Argentina, returned to her parents’ home when she was pregnant. His father, who did not accept her requests to leave the country with her, hoping to reunite the family, waited for Gil’s birth. When the mother refused to return to Israel, the parents divorced. Gil grew up with his mother and when his sisters were born and the mother left her parents’ house, Gil remained with his grandmother and her husband who raised him. He was a happy child, studied at school, excelled in tennis (his favorite sport), traveled and spent time with friends. But his happiness did not last long. At the age of sixteen, a tragedy occurred in the family and within a month his grandmother and her husband (his adoptive grandfather) died. Gil returned to live with his mother in Argentina. The mother told Gil that if he wanted to know his father and grandfather, he would go to Israel. Gil found his father’s address, contacted him, and the father invited him to Israel, with the possibility of staying. When they met at the airport, Gil was eighteen. Until then, his family had not met him in Israel, but when they first saw him, the resemblance between him and his father could not be ignored. Gil studied at a Hebrew ulpan in Kibbutz Palmachim, where he showed great ability and desire to understand the language and love of the country. He loved the family, the togetherness and the warmth. Lior, his younger brother, became a guide in his absorption in Israel and Gil became a friend of the soul. Gil, who was not yet required to enlist because he was a new immigrant, began to prepare for his induction into the IDF, which in his eyes represented the essence of the integration in Israel. At first he was assigned to the Artillery Corps, but he was not pleased with his appointment and asked to be assigned to a more combat unit, Golani. His request was accepted and he began a combat path at Golani. After a year of service, he received permission to visit his mother in Argentina. He did not come back on time from this visit, but stayed to help his mother and his two sisters, who were in a difficult situation. Gil assisted them in their studies, in the maintenance of the house, in all household tasks and supported them. The connection with his family in Israel and with members of his military unit was cut off. Eight months later, the relationship with his father was renewed. Gil wanted to return to Israel and the threat of imprisonment, because of his period of desertion, did not deter him. He was arrested at the airport, sentenced to three months in prison, and demoted to the rank of Private. Gil, in the midst of the difficulties, accepted the punishment and on the day of his release from prison he refused to be released from the army and demanded to return to his unit, and he returned to his unit, but not as a combat soldier. Gil and his commanders saw his continued career in the army as a career soldier in his unit, but Gil did not get it.On December 29, 1997, Gil fell in the line of duty in a road accident that occurred Near the Tapuah junction in Samaria, and he is twenty-one years old. Gil was laid to rest in the Ashdod cemetery. Survived by his parents, brother and two sisters. After his fall, he was promoted to sergeant. Chief of Staff Lt. Gen. Amnon Lipkin-Shahak wrote to the family: “Gil, his memory, was described by his commanders as a smart soldier with a high personal standing, who stood out for his resourcefulness and his joy of life. Gil was a personal example of those around him at all times, and was admired by his commanders and friends alike. “The unit commander, Lt. Col. Or, wrote:” Gil was an admired figure worthy of imitation by the soldiers in the unit. Has contributed to a good atmosphere, and I express our sympathy for the loss of Gil, a soldier with tremendous potential. ” From the obituary to the day of shiva, which was delivered by Major Yishai: “Gil, many stories were told by your friends, many obituaries were saidBy your commanders, yet none of your virtues were counted. Despite the personal difficulties you faced, you asked to go to Golani. During your service you have set a high standard in all areas: work level, discipline, personal ethics, human relations and responsibility. And every task assigned to you has done it perfectly and thoroughly. You never complained, you never refused to do a task, and your commanders always knew that you could be trusted. “Today we are parting from you, and it is so hard to accept this farewell, because we will not meet again, and we will not go fishing together in the sea, as you loved, and the smile that illuminated Your brother will not be careful again, and your simple dreams – to learn, to establish your own home in Israel, and a family and so on … “Lior, his brother, wrote a poem to remember him:” The voice of the death of your death is echoing / I am twenty years old and I am twenty years old. Soon my brother / young man will be able to take you / to give you advice / to walk beside you in the streets / with the pride of a big brother. “
