Dangeli, Uriel (Uri)

Son of Litzia and Elio, was born on July 24, 1960 in Haifa to a family that immigrated to Israel from Italy. Uri was a mischievous, joyous boy who swept his family with his fast pace and constant movement. He attended the Herzl elementary school and the Ironi Hey high school, both in Haifa. He learned a little, that sitting at a table in a closed room, when outside the sun heats up and the smell of the sea reaches every corner was a nightmare for him. With his many friends Uri played hideouts or ball games until late, often bringing with him a “souvenir”: a lizard, a turtle or a wandering dog. At the age of 11 Uri joined the Scouts movement, where he had the most exciting experience. At the age of 17, Uri went on a mission to the Jewish community in New Orleans, where he stayed for three months. He succeeded in his activities among the Jewish families who adopted him as a son, and even won the honorary citizenship of the city of New Orleans. When he returned to Israel, the matriculation exams came. Although he did not like to study, Uri was determined to succeed. He shut himself up in his room for days and learned … and studied … and studied – and succeeded. Uri was drafted into the Israel Defense Forces in mid-October 1978. In the few months he was in the course, Uri proved that he could be a good pilot but a poor student in the theoretical classes. , Who served as an officer in the Armored Corps, and succeeded in completing various courses: tank crews, tank commanders, Armored Corps officers and armored corps officers, and filled positions in the Armored Corps School as deputy commander and deputy company commander. His commanders were great, and they marked him as “a commander with good performance and high potential.” When he arrived home on vacation, tired and sweaty, Uri did not forget to bring his mother a bouquet of flowers, but he loved the sea, a love that he inherited from his parents, and he liked swimming, fishing with fishing gear and using underwater equipment. Uri also used to surf the windshield with his brother and his good friend Eyal, who had one more hidden aspect: writing songs, and maybe the real Uri was discovered in them: “Moments of loneliness / And my mother / songs of Shalom Hanoch / and arms that hold / hold tight and clasped / so I will not go, I will stay forever … “When the Peace for Galilee war broke out, Uri was away from his unit, in a training course. The course was distributed and Uri was attached to a specific unit. Uri informed the only one-third that he was looking for his original unit. He spent three days wandering in a ramshackle jeep until he reached his unit, which was near Damur. The hungry, tired and dusty Lori had only one of his commanders: “Give me a tank” and he did. “I sit here on the riverbed in Damur and think about my girl there across the border and ask God in my Lev why she is not here with me, and God is somehow not answering me. Maybe it is because of the tanks on the bridge. Or maybe it’s Eitan’s cry, ‘I’m wounded,’ whose ears you’re blocking. ” A few days before his release from the IDF on October 14, 1982, Lieutenant Uriel fell in the line of duty and was brought to rest in the military cemetery in Haifa, leaving behind his parents, brother and sister. A memorial to his memory, containing the words of friends and friends, as well as poems written by him