Drovitzky, Igor

Ben Eva and Gennady. Born on February 23, 1982 in the city of Birobidzhan, Igor was born prematurely and weighs 1.600 kilograms, although he was small and had a beautiful baby with big black eyes. Only two days after he arrived home, he was hospitalized again at the hospital for a virus that infected him in the maternity ward, and because of his small weight, he suffered from pneumonia and suffered from breathing problems, and the doctors said that if he survived the night he would live. Igor in the hospital and then returned home, but his weight is very poor.With devoted care he began to rise rapidly in weight and mouth A healthy and beautiful baby who grew up as a quiet child, and later found that Agor suffered from severe anemia and no medication helped, and at that time the parents bought a summer vacation home in the village and went to work every day for the whole summer, like the sun, the fresh air, fruits and vegetables. Igor became a “child of the summer house.” Igor lived in a warm and loving home every summer, and he never gave a reason to raise his voice. He was a mediocre student, but his parents no longer demanded him. He lived in a world of his own, quiet, loving to embrace, never hurt anyone, always tried to help everyone, and joy was on his face when he was with people. Igor’s teacher in elementary school was a wise and kind woman, Lulov Nikolayevna. She was interested in the theater and tried to interest her students as well. She began to perform in the school when the actors and the audience were her students, and they even appeared once at the Officers’ House. In the drama classes it became clear that Igor loves very play on stage. It was hard to believe that the quiet, timid boy had turned his skin on stage, filled with life and flower. Igor immigrated with his parents to Israel in 1996. The family decided to live in Nahariya, and Igor entered ninth grade at the Amal High School. The absorption lines were not easy; At first, the union found it difficult to connect to Israeliness? The different mentality and rolling language were alien to him. He studied at the ulpan, then went to classes in a class he did not understand. Despite this, Igor decided to make every effort to be “Israeli like everyone else.” Slowly he acclimated to school, integrated into society and acquired the language. Igor loved Israel very much, loved Nahariya, loved the sea and loved people. He traveled with his class and experienced many experiences. During this period he found a way to earn some money as a newspaper distributor on a bicycle. On one occasion, Igor traveled with his friends to an open day at the naval officers’ school in Acre. The parents did not believe he would succeed because his grades were not high, and everyone was surprised when Egor passed the entrance exams and was accepted. He studied hard, adapted to military discipline, persisted in compulsory lessons, and invested efforts in physical training. To all the difficulties referred to Igor as a challenge; The studies gave him great satisfaction. At school he had good friends: Vladimir, Vadim and Sasha, with whom he lived for two years in the same room. Thanks to these companies Igor overcame all obstacles and in 2000 graduated from school. At the end of his studies, Igor began working at the BK pub in Nahariya, where he learned to make salads, hamburgers and tables. Above all, Igor liked the music that was played at the “Hai” jazz club. At that time he began to play the guitar and met new friends. After graduating from the School for Marine Officers, Igor was intended to serve in the navy, but he did not want an “easy life” and decided to enlist in a combat unit. On 14 March 2001 he joined the IDF when his family accompanied him to the hospitalRaising. The mood was good until boarding the buses. At that moment his mother burst into bitter tears that did not stop when she returned home, as if she had foreseen what was to come. In the IDF, Igor was the greatest opportunity to prove how much he became an Israeli, and when he did not reach the paratroops, he reached the infantry, the Nahal Brigade, and became a combat medic. At first he served near the Lebanese border, and at the height of the second intifada he fought in Nablus, Ramallah, and Hebron. Throughout this period, he told his mother that he was serving at a base near Tel Aviv, to prevent her from worrying. Igor’s meetings with his parents were short and rare. For the most part, when he came home for vacations, he was tired to death and fell asleep. At night he met with friends or with his brothers and on the day he played the guitar, worked on the computer and read books. Igor was proud of his role and of being given the opportunity to save people. He tried to become professional and improve his knowledge? Read medical literature and used to consult his brother, who was also a medic in the army. Igor intended to try to be accepted to the nursing school after his discharge, but his plans were not fulfilled. Igor fell in a battle in Hebron on the eve of Shabbat, the 11th of Kislev 5763 (15.11.2002) and he is twenty years old. That same evening, a walking tour of the Nahal was carried out by the “Worshipers’ Way” in Hebron, a road leading from Kiryat Arba to the Tomb of the Patriarchs, at 18:55, after the evening prayers ended and the worshipers returned to their homes in Kiryat Arba. Instead of taking shelter, Igor chose to enter the narrow alley to take care of his friends and fulfill his duty as a medic, and then he was also wounded by the terrorists’ gunfire and was killed. With the commander of the Judea Brigade (Hebron) Colonel (res.) Dror Weinberg, Deputy Danny Cohen, Superintendent Samih Sawidan , Second Sergeant Tomer Nov, Sergeant-Second Gad Rahamim, First Sergeant Yeshayahu Davidov, First Sergeant Netanel Machluf, First Sergeant David Marcus, and Citizens Yitzhak Buenish, Alex Duchan and Alex Zevitan. “I was not here today to talk about fighting terrorism, but rather to talk about a hero,” said Igor Yaniv, commander of the Shaham battalion in the Nahal Brigade. A person who leaves his country of birth and comes to an unknown country is first of all a hero. Last Friday you were also a hero first. Despite the fierce fire, you slipped into the alley to take care of your wounded comrades, while the terrorist bullets whistled in the air. You ran in like a hero and fell like a hero. Yaakov, Igor’s instructor at the naval officers’ school in Acre, said: “For four years I accompanied you on your way to Israel. Together we paved your future in Israel and slowly became a cute young man who was drafted into the army as a combat medic. All along you were characterized by modesty, quiet, and earthliness. We will always remain our Igor, Igor of the School of Naval Officers in Acre. “On September 8, 2004, Igor was awarded a medal by the OC Central Command. On behalf of the family, Maj. Gen. Moshe Kaplinsky wrote: “Igor burned his life out of a belief in his professional commitment as a medic and a warrior, and in his quest for contact with a tangible danger, the evil he displayed in order to save lives under fire is a personal example of courage And determination. ” The severe terror attack in Hebron is extensively covered in the electronic and print media, and many are also written about Igor. “He was not afraid of military service for a moment,” said his good friend Danny. “He was a guy with a presence, they always felt him and he always knew how to influence and help with any problem, he could not say no.Agreed to volunteer for missions. His great love was music. He was sick about jazz and rock music. “” Igor was a charming, modest and quiet man, “his brother said. In memory of Igor Major Yaniv Friedman, his commander, the ceremony was held at the naval officers’ school in Acre. “A myth is a founding story, a story that is to be engraved in our collective memory as children, boys and men to give us strength and meaning and to instill You, my friend, are a myth to a humble and modest boy who chose to be a warrior, a courageous fighter who entered the inferno to save his comrades and never returned … I am always remembered as a modest warrior, as a professional medic, only those who fired at him understand how difficult it is to get up and move forward at the moment as you did, and you bend down and take cover, but your combat medic wants to help his comrades who were injured in the battle. Right, you’re crawling, right, you’re checking the weapon again, everything is normal, but you need more, you need the courage and the badness you’re willing to risk. He smiled to get into the fire, and you, Igor, winked at this stuff. In the veil of modesty, from which you were revealed as a warrior and a model friend. You went down from the observation post and into Death Lane. The alley curved and every window and corner of a wall could pop up the terrorists, and you moved towards your friends with other forces to evacuate wounded. As a friend and an evil, you are an example of courage and friendship, and for this you are given a citation, but beyond that you are also an example of the person in you – sensitivity, humility, humor and musical talent, the ability to volunteer and honor and delight your parents … I remember you and try to educate I am more and more aware that a person is indeed a picture of his childhood landscape, and your childhood landscape picture is for me the Zionism of the 2000s – immigration to Israel, the school for naval officers, combat service and sacrifice. ” In the framework of the project “Soon We’ll Become a Song” by Gali Tzahal, Danny Robas composed the song “It Will Be Me”, which Igor wrote: “A black cat lying on the windowsill My faith is clear and everyday. And she comes back and wears white hair. I’m not alive, but stay here forever. Beyond the window a war is going on, but it never frightens us. I’m lying on a wave that moves gently, me and you together and always alone. And tomorrow the sun will again warm the world as every day in a variety of shades. When he comes again tonight a star will light up and it will be me, it will be me. My soul ascended to the heavens, I alone sit by the fire. And there is not even a shadow of hope on the horizon, there is no cloud and only our love, only it remains. And tomorrow the sun will again warm the world as every day in a variety of shades. When he comes again tonight a star will light up and it will be me, it will be me. I did not want to leave so young, and anyone who tries to escape only loses. So do not cry after me, do not cry because I did not want to, but I went for good. “In memory of Igor, a memorial site was established on the Internet in Russian, www.igor-hovesh.boom.ru.