,אֵ-ל מָלֵא רַחֲמִים, שׁוכֵן בַּמְּרומִים, הַמְצֵא מְנוּחָה נְכונָה
,עַל כַּנְפֵי הַשְּׁכִינָה בְּמַעֲלות קְדושִׁים, טְהורִים וְגִבּורִים
כְּזֹהַר הָרָקִיעַ מַזְהִירִים, לְנִשְׁמות חַיָּלֵי צְבָא הֲגָנָה לְיִשְׂרָאֵל
Dror, Roy
The firstborn son of Revival and Judah. He was born on March 8, 1983, a beautiful child with a keen eye of honey and a great deal of energy.Roy was born in the Scouts Farm – a training center for the Scout movement near Kibbutz Ramat Yochanan, and his father Yehuda ran the place. Isolated and populated only by his family, a father, a mother and a small child, Roi was educated in his early childhood at Kibbutz Ramat Yochanan, and his mother recalls: “Many memories were for Roi from the Scouts Farm, memories we did not believe he would assimilate as such a small child. But when he grew up and became a boy he remembered with longing and love in those memories that made him the great love of nature and the spectators. He was very proud of the title we gave him ‘the first child of the Scout movement.’ He remembered the trips on the tractor to the kibbutz’s large water reservoir, the rampage in the cotton barn, the viper’s snake that he and Dad caught in the storeroom, and especially the freedom and the expanses: “At the age of three, his sister Ofri was also born, The family moved to Giv’at Ella, a community settlement in the north, between Tzippori Stream and Jezreel Valley, where Roi studied in the kindergarten until grade 2. Only two years ago, the family lived in Givat Ella, but these were happy days. His parents, when he was only seven years old, took a pointed stick to protect him from attackers, and his sister Tamar was born in Givat Ella Where the family set up their home in Kochav Yair, where his younger sister Yarden was born, a happy and energetic childhood and adolescence Roi passed through, as befitting a boy who was so lively and thirsty, and in every activity that touched him, he was a successful tennis player. For the past eight years, Roi has been swimming in the Kokhav Yair swimming team for years, with endless investment and determination that led him to many medals. Everything Roi did was done very thoroughly, with dedication and without concessions. In 1995, at the age of 12, Roy traveled with the swimming team to a training camp in Prague, Czechoslovakia. A year later he traveled with her again to Budapest, the capital of Hungary. These experiences left him with such a strong impression that for many years he used to tell the stories of the Czech Republic. Roi acquired the love for the country and its landscapes on many family trips throughout the country, trips he continued as a tour guide and center, and later on navigating the army, which he loved very much. When he was in high school, he went on an annual walk with his sandals and his confidence on the roads so that the children of the class asked him if he was the guide. His great love for swimming and Roi only for the sake of a greater love that began to ferment in his veins at the end of ninth grade and is his love for viewers. An old love, a childhood love for which he had grown up, who had conquered him once again. In the 10th grade, Roy began to teach children from the seventh grade in the nearby community of Tzur Yigal. He spent hours teaching and at the same time contributing his talents to the Kochav Yair tribe. Roy grew up in the house on the knees of giving, love of man, belief in people, taking responsibility – to be a ‘big head’ and initiate. And these face and even increased to do. He educated his apprentices on all these, the love of the land and the humane values of human love. A year later, in the 11th grade, Roi was asked to be a battalion commander, a battalion commander, of fourth grade. It was the first year that the fourth grade had joined the Tzur tribe and Roy had taken heavy responsibility. He would navigate the meetings of the team between seriousness and a desire to send messages to the counselors and being a friend of their own and their age. He laughed with them but never gave up. As he demanded of himself, so he demanded from others, and especially with regard to safety. Roi was a boy who connected to the soul of his surroundings. His parents say:”He has never raised his voice, did not try to stand out, loudly or elbows – on the contrary, his place in society slowly but slowly took hold of him. He has charisma and presence even when he is silent, those who do not volunteer, but everyone wants to know what he thinks. ” In the summer between 11th and 12th grade, Roi, along with other representatives, was sent to the summer camps for Jewish youth, on behalf of the Scouts movement and to represent the Tzur tribe, Kochav Yair. Roy was proud of this mission and saw it as an opportunity to influence young people in the United States on the subject of values in general and the issue of immigration to Israel in particular. He was equipped with 80 kg of equipment, which he collected diligently from factories around the country: stickers, flags, pamphlets and more, and flew to North Carolina to the camp of “Young Judea.” Roi spent three months in the camp. In every letter, “But I miss you, home, viewers and friends.” His parents say: “Roy never went through adolescence in the classic sense of age. He never tried to rebel against our conventions, opinions and authority, perhaps because we gave him great freedom to choose, perhaps because we trusted him so much. “In his last year in high school, Roi was assigned to coordinate the Scout troop in Kochav Yair as a young coordinator, a position he carried out with great responsibility and good luck. And he never knew how to retreat, and he preferred not to lose a friend than to be right, and this year he was the happiest of his life. He did not spend much time studying because he did not have this time, but Roi loved books and thirsted for knowledge. His grades were beautiful, and his post-mortem grades were astonishingly high: he read and studied at every opportunity, loved history and Bible, subjects that expanded in adulthood. He quoted the Bible at every opportunity and read and quoted poetry, walking around the house, a bearded fellow, rising to a height of 180 cm of masculinity and reciting poems. He especially loved the songs of Rachel that touched his soul. “I had a son, a little boy with curly black hair …” his voice would cheer. In July 2001, Roi enlisted in the IDF, but he decided that he would have spent the year giving viewers the status of a tribe and training in the US The army bacterium he was in and the desire to exploit himself and excel in other fields prompted him to enlist. His father was an infantry officer, a Nachalai, a 50th and later an officer in the Golani Brigade. As a child, Roy would repeatedly ask his father to tell him about his parachutes and his activities in the army. Roi did not want to enlist in the “Duvdevan” unit, but the unit asked him to come to the unit, but the next day he told his parents that the Duvdevan representative convinced him to join the unit. And he was very proud of him and of his belonging to him, he loved his teammates and his military activities, and Roy had great physical fitness and was a leader in the team, and the many years of swimming and training he had forced before his induction made him feel, But he always did everything in modesty, in his special quiet Anne of time and quality be in his favor. His mother says: “When he returned home on SaturdayI would flood him with all his favorite dishes, ready to take down the stars for him, and he would sit down and tell his father mostly little military things that men like and I only realized how tired he was, how hard they worked, and what training they went through until they were fit soldiers . But I was calm – he was only on track and the unit commander, Eyal Weiss, promised us the ceremony that they would keep us on the children. On Saturdays, when Roi used to go home, between running to friends, between trips to the beach and movies, he would sit at the computer, write down all the reports and faults from training, and issue orderly lists in order to submit to his commanders as they requested. To Yehuda his father would leave instructions: ‘Give me the notes, bind me the pages, and fling me off 12 person camp at noon.. And Yehuda course was performing and enjoying every minute. ” Two weeks before Roi was killed, his team commander left him at the base because Roi had been out of the way for ten minutes, but unlike the others, he had done the job to the end. The punishment in itself, to stay Shabbat did not harm Ro’i, even though he, like every soldier, liked to come home to the family, friends and pampering. What struck him was the punishment, which in his eyes and values was not right. There was an emphasis here on the issue rather than on the main issue, referring to the amount of time and not the quality, contrary to the instructions given to them prior to the exercise. The fact that there were others who shortened the route and did not fulfill the task in all its aspects, but stood at times and were considered ‘OK’, while those who followed the instructions but exceeded the time that was not realistic were considered ‘wrong’. In a telephone conversation with his mother, Roy said: “Mother, you educate me to excellence and the army educates me to be mediocre.” A week later, when he returned home, his mother asked him, “What will you do if you face the same situation again?” And he replied: “I will act in accordance with my values and beliefs.” It was Roi’s last Saturday at home. On the 18th of Tammuz 5762 (June 18, 2002), Roi was killed twenty meters from the top of Harbel, after he tried with his last remaining strength to climb up and reach the summit within a short period of time. At 40 degrees Celsius at 12 noon and carrying 30 kg of stone weights as part of the practice. Ten minutes after his departure, an order was issued to stop the navigators due to the heat. Roi and his partner, who had no proper radio, did not receive the message. His parents speculate that the fact that a week earlier had remained Saturday after a 10-minute delay meant that Roi now wanted to do everything in order to meet the timetable, although his time for climbing was an hour, an unrealistic time for all opinions, especially on the ground. At the age of nineteen, Roi was falling. He was laid to rest in the military section of the Kochav Yair cemetery. After his death he was promoted to sergeant. Roi left behind his parents and three sisters. “Roi left us stunned and hurt,” writes his mother. “We still do not understand how this cute little boy is so beloved to us in the extended and extended family, his many friends, his teachers, his commanders and all those who come into contact with him, with his bright smile, How can it be that this wrought-up guy, this outstanding athlete, finally died of a heat stroke, apparently we will never understand.Roe left a huge void in us – that special boy who loved his loved ones won his life and his deathMano. As my friend Tali told me: ‘Every mother who knew Roi felt as if she had lost her son and everyone who knew Roi felt that he had lost his best friend.’ “A song written by Taya, Roi’s mother, according to Natan Yonatan’s poem: / I am falling back on you every day / Even if the sea of oblivion floods my world, / I am dying again / My love. / The tape coil of your laughter / The clear pool of light of your tears / The happy whisper of your breaths / Even if I walk in the valley of death / I’m a bad person, I’ll just miss you / Because you’re with me Day and night / Summer and winter Spring and fall / Me and you It is more difficult to follow your footprints / in every dust your legs are filled with / in every dream in which your eyes have fluttered / which you have yet to fulfill / Your beauty has shielded me / Your goodness and your modesty / My foot, at your feet.