Cherchenia, Shlomo

Son of Haim and Sarah. He was born on May 15, 1935, in the town of Grozewitz, Mazowiecki near Warsaw, the capital of Poland. He was born into a family that lived a full Jewish life. When the Germans invaded Poland, his family, along with most of the Jewish population, moved to Warsaw to seek refuge there until the storm passed. They came straight to the inferno on the day of the terrible bombing, in which tens of thousands were killed and thousands of houses were destroyed. Then came a long chain of miracles that visited the family for five whole years. He was four years old the next day, and the family carried their feet back to her home in the town. But they did not sit back home because they knew very well what the Germans were capable of. Then began the great migration. They wandered over thousands of miles of Russian territory, wandered-and on his tenth birthday, Solomon celebrated the orphanage in Russia. When the family arrived in the Polish Oder-Niesa region and Shlomo, then eleven years old, he organized himself as the “nest” of Hashomer Hatzair and Shlomo was one of the first to join him, because this friendship meant a chance to immigrate to Israel. Shlomo learned for a first time about a country of Jews, learned the first words of the Hebrew language, and learned that the center of Germany had more chances of speeding up the immigration: Shlomo did not hesitate for a moment, separated from his family and was driven to Western Berlin. In the meantime the family arrived in Berlin and the movement transferred a group of young immigrants to Israel, including the two Charsh brothers They flew in camouflage via Malta in a Dakota plane to the “Onim” institution in Kfar Sava, and after two months they moved to Kibbutz HaMa’apil, and Shlomo was fourteen years old. Shlomo did not have problems of absorption and nightmares. It seems that the young boy was born in Israel, and there are no years of hell behind his back: he was cheerful and even loves her return. In May 1954 he was drafted into the IDF and volunteered for the Paratroopers Brigade, where he was twenty years old, physically and mentally healthy and wore the wings, and when he wore the red beret he had no end to his approval. He moved to another unit because of his wounds, and in 1958 began to work as a truck driver in the “Mesilot” company in Rehovot and was later hired as an employee at Egged, where his life was filled with joy and happiness. The Six-Day War On the third day of its battles, on the 28th of Iyar 5727 (7.6.1967), he fell in a battle that took place in Jabel Livni, Sinai, while he was on a reconnaissance mission Died when he found a jeep, where he was on a mine, placed a wife and a small child, was buried in the emergency military cemetery in Bari, and was later transferred to the eternal military cemetery on Mount Herzl in Jerusalem. A “Egged” memorial was erected at his station in Ashkelon, and a trophy was awarded to him for winning a tennis competition, and Egged published a book in his memory entitled “We loved you Shlomo.” Was immortalized in the book “Yad LaNovelim – Bnei Ashkelon” published by the municipality.