Ben Ilana and Nadav. He was born on November 4, 1974 in Kibbutz Beit Oren. Guy was the second child in the family, a brother to Keren, and when he was thirteen, his sister, Mor, was born. When Guy was four, his family left the kibbutz and moved to Yokne’am. Guy studied at the Oranim elementary school in Yokneam, continued at the Ussishkin elementary school in Kfar Sava, spent three years studying at the Alon junior high school in Kfar Saba, one year in Kfar Hayarok, the electricity track, and another year at Ort Shapira ” In Kfar Saba. He completed his studies at the ORT Extern School. Guy had a problem of dyslexia, so he encountered difficulties during his studies and had many frustrations. He had high expectations of himself, but because of his limitations, he was unable to realize things as he wanted. Guy enlisted on 20.9.1993 and told his friends that he wanted to be a combat medic. On a journey that took place at the beginning of basic training, Guy helped a friend who broke his leg and supported him all along. But not many days passed, and on October 3, 1993, Guy fell during his service, even before he was nineteen years old. Guy was brought to eternal rest in the military section of the Beit Oren cemetery. Survived by his parents and two sisters. His mother, Ilana, wrote: “Keren came to me with the question: ‘Mom, say, if you had the possibility that Guy would come back for a week – would you take her?’ If Keren had known what she was asking, I’m hugging, filling my lungs with his familiar smell, stroking his beautiful face and grabbing his hand. / He’s mine !!! And I have him for a week / The second day: / I do not sleep and Guy does not. / I only have it for a week – it’s a shame every second / third day: / We do not sleep, because it’s a shame wasting every minute of the week / now?’ The fourth day: / We are already showing signs of fatigue, but we are still asking questions, passing on updated experiences about what? “We’re at home for a week.” / Pampering, stroking, filling and filling your heart and lungs with every word, every smile, every look of your eyes, / I am looking at you and see that you are pale and sad. / Suddenly I realized that I was not right – I did not ask you, darling, I did not ask you, If You are in my hands with me, Guy, forgive me for not thinking about you but only about myself, but I / the seventh day: / end this week / we are all tired, no longer talking, only the tears The memories – your face, the touch of your body, your thorny hair, your beautiful almond eyes – all this fills the anger of the rebound / the separation is difficult and the pain is unbearable / I only got you for a week / Guy, please, my boy / why? Guy No! Do not answer me – because this question should not have been asked at all. / I can not part from you now! So if so, I give up Guy for a week, / because I have him all my life in my heart. / What’s all this compared to a week? / I remember you like the first day of the week / I love you very much / Mommy / (And sorry I did not want you back for a week) “.
