The middle son of Shlomit and Harel. He was born on 18.5.1974 in Nazareth Illit. Brother Laruna and Sahar. As a child, Kobi was a sociable, mischievous boy who was fond of pranks, was witty in his language, and his statements made all the classmates laugh. Even his teachers often had to stop the lesson, smiling and laughing. He would read the homework answers aloud and fluently from a notebook that was empty, leaving his teachers gaping – so smart and intelligent. The teachers always said that it was impossible to resist his occupying smile, and certainly not to be angry with him. During his studies at the Golan Elementary School in Upper Nazareth, Kobi was identified as a gifted student. He completed his elementary studies successfully. In seventh grade he decided to repent, enlisting his parents’ support for this purpose, and succeeded in persuading them to enroll him in the “Tikvat Ya’akov” yeshiva in Moshav Sde Yaakov. Like everywhere else he went, Kobi quickly joined the yeshiva, acquired friends and excelled in his studies. His parents, Shlomit and Harel, respected his new path, supported him and created an environment for him when he returned home on Saturdays. His mother worried that the Sabbath would be kept and his parents always remembered to give him the feeling that he could go home at any time. In 1987, the family moved to Migdal Ha’Emek, and Kobi, who was then in ninth grade, decided to leave the yeshiva and to return home. He moved to the Ort Rogozin School in Migdal Ha’emek. As usual, he immediately joined the school, both academically and socially, and joined the Hanoar Haoved Vehalomed movement, where he also taught. The black-haired boy was always surrounded by friends, with a constant smile on his face. As a rule, he loved people and gave him back love. He was pleasant in his manner, always caring for the person in front of him. Among his classmates were immigrants from Argentina who said that Kobi treated them with respect, made sure to bring them closer and help them in their absorption in Israel. Kobi was a tall, muscular boy who played basketball in the Betar Migdal HaEmek youth team, and was an athlete in every aspect of his career. From evening to evening he would run from Nof HaEmek to Nahalal and back. Alone he learned to play guitar, out of his great love for music. Kobi had a special taste in music, he admired the Pink Floyd band, and every letter was signed with the words “shine on”, the customers from one of her famous songs. The music did not stop playing in his home and in his room, and of course every song in the background accompanied everyone around him. Among other things, he loved the songs of singer Mazi Cohen, and especially the song “There in Stone” (a poem by Kate Bouch, translated into Hebrew by Roni Eran), which tells the story of a fallen soldier: “Whoever was not a rock star, “He who was not going to go far, / a boy who yesterday was separated from school … / who would not calm a baby, because he was not yet twenty years old … And now he is there in stone …” The love of man and the land, he traveled extensively in Merhavia and landscapes with his family. A warm spot in his heart he kept to the Golan Heights because he was fascinated by the stories of his father Harel who served in the Egoz reconnaissance unit, the stories of the battle heritage of the sites where battles were fought in the Yom Kippur War. When he completed his high school at ORT Rogozin High School in Migdal Ha’Emek, Kobi joined the Na’aneh Nahal group with his friends from the youth movement. In the nucleus he met Daphna Nevo, a special young woman from the center of the country. The sensitive and attentive Kobi continued to be surrounded by girls, who had a wonderful friendship with each other. With each of his friends he used to conduct soulful conversations, because Kobi could listen, help and say the right word at the right time. Dafna received her friends and friendsBecause she knew that this was the secret of Kobi’s charm, that his heart belonged only to her. Before he was drafted, Koby Zimon was summoned to the Intelligence Corps for a long pre-army course, but decided to continue with his youth movement members. But here the dilemmas did not end. On the one hand, he loved the Nahal nucleus, and on the other hand dreamed of becoming a fighter in the engineering corps, and after many hesitations decided to leave the nucleus and realize the dream, he enlisted and became a beginner in the engineering corps. Kobi was a young, resolute and resolute fighter who insisted and challenged his commanders to allow him to carry out the qualifying tests that would enable him to complete his training as a fighter. Kobi successfully met all the tests, completed his training in basic training and prepared for a new chapter in his military life. “Usually the commander of the recruits base does not know the recruits, but Kobi knew Lieutenant Colonel Bitanski very well because at the end of every hard day in basic training, To sleep, Kobi drove around the base. Koby was an unusual novice, he showed great motivation and stood out with his determination and strong desire to succeed. On August 2, 1993, on July 15, 1993, Kobi left the army base from the Etzion basic training base, and in the heart of the city of Bethlehem, he shattered all his dreams and hopes for him. The injury of a bus driven by a Palestinian left Kobi severely wounded. In fact, he was unconscious from the moment of his injury until his death. Kobi fought for his life for seventeen and a half years – long years of existence war. Throughout his period, Shlomit’s mother visited his bed every day in the various hospitals in which he was hospitalized. Tirelessly and devotedly, she fed, supported, cared for and spoke to her beloved son. Dafna accompanied him in the first three years of his injury, believing that he would wake up from the coma and return to it. Unfortunately, the long-awaited miracle did not happen. On January 17, 2011, Kobi breathed his last breath, and at 5:15 am he died. Private Yaakov Dapani fell during his service on 17.1.2011, at the age of thirty-seven was in his fall. He was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Migdal Haemek. Survived by his parents, sister and brother. Lt. Col. Zaki Yefet, commander of the “Crushing Unit,” eulogized him: “The story of Kobi the fighter, who fought fiercely until his last moments, is an inseparable part of the legacy of the ‘
