Son of Avigail and Gerar. He was born on October 13, 1985 in Netanya, the eldest brother of Yuval and Shoval. When he went to first grade at the son of-Gurion elementary school in Netanya, he could read and write. Osher was a smart and intelligent child, was educated to values and morality to every mother and father. He has successfully completed his studies at the Agnon Comprehensive High School in Netanya with an excellent matriculation certificate, and he has always invested in improving his physical fitness, developed his body and muscles, and has not stopped exercising. Six kilometers along the seashore and all his training he did according to the books – he was careful to breathe properly and to release muscles after activity – even after his enlistment, he maintained a high level of physical fitness, and he was a rationalist with two legs on the ground. Books that reflected a realistic and practical view of life, as a high-ranking Zionist, showed high motivation He was very experienced in military service and dreamed of becoming a pilot, and after his enlistment, he passed the pilots’ test and progressed through the process.Noshar made every effort to enlist in a combat combat unit that wanted to serve as a fighter and to contribute as much as possible. Of the battalions and was accepted into the “Haruv” regiment of the Kfir Brigade. Throughout his service he gave his best, was an outstanding soldier and revered by all those around him. After completing the basic training course, he began to serve as a regular soldier, because he wanted to be “like everyone else.” Osher’s modesty preceded him and he found it difficult to give He was a punctual and aesthetic guy, loved honesty and honesty, and he planned to continue his studies and dreamed of traveling abroad with friends from the army. But only two months before the end of the service were cut off in one of his plans. On the 17th of Tamuz 5766 (July 17, 2006), a battle broke out in Nablus. Early in the morning, a force of the Haruv Battalion entered the Nablus casbah as part of an activity to arrest wanted persons, including a suicide bomber who planned to attack the Sharon area. Towards the end of the operation, at 4:30 AM, a powerful side-charge was detonated. Osher absorbed most of the injuries, the shrapnel and the blast, and was killed on the spot. Six of his friends were wounded. The rescue of the victims was conducted under fire; Later, the suicide bomber surrendered to the IDF, and later the soldiers of the Haruv Battalion killed the wanted man who prepared the explosive device from which Osher was killed, exactly where he fell, and was buried at the military cemetery in Netanya. Left his parents, brother and sister, and found a blessing he had written for his mother on the occasion of her birthday, which was to be celebrated a month later: “To my dear mother: Mazal Tov to your forty-first birthday. Many things describe my love to you, if you only know the size of my love for you! To those who made me, to those who taught me the ways of life, to those who cared for me when I was sick, to those who knew how to lift me when I was down, to those who gave me warmth and love. For those who protected me and protected me with warmth and love. Thank you. “The written and electronic media extensively covered the events in Nablus, and in articles published in the press, much was written about Osher, and his family called the family’s flower store in his name:” Flowers of Happiness. “His father said:” Osher was an angel, the flower of the house. ” His brother, Yuval: “Osher was a special person. Everyone would want a brother like him. He knew how to respect and give love more than anyone. We were close, good friends. When the city officer announced that Osher had been killed, I was in shock. It would be hard without him. Now Oded is watching over me. “Oded, a member of the army, said:” Osher is like his name. Ido, Osher’s friend in the company, said: “Osher was a modest and simple man, but the best man I’ve ever known. His parents can only be proud of him – they had their number one son in Israel. He would help the young people from his department, and when they came up for safekeeping he would have coffee with them. Always laughing, always Simcha, and always reassuring everyone that everything will be fine. “Another friend said happily:” It has been almost three weeks and it’s still hard. Without your coffee, without your funny accent, without the laughter that was always with you, without the poison and Zionism you had. And most importantly, it’s hard without us! You were more than a friend, you were a brother, a mother and a teacher of life. A flower picked prematurely. The memories do not stop rising … It’s not just called happiness, because anyone you knew or met would make him Simcha. You have always been and will be the happiness of family, friends, friendship and even of just people you met. Perhaps the wound will heal, but the scar will always remain … You will always have a corner in your Lev and when memories come up you will always have a smile with them, because that’s what you were. A smiling man, a man who helps. A man who knows only good. I would like to say thank you, thank you for two wonderful and special months and eight months, for fun and laughter, for joy and happiness. Thank you with all your Lev … Your friend forever! “
