,אֵ-ל מָלֵא רַחֲמִים, שׁוכֵן בַּמְּרומִים, הַמְצֵא מְנוּחָה נְכונָה
,עַל כַּנְפֵי הַשְּׁכִינָה בְּמַעֲלות קְדושִׁים, טְהורִים וְגִבּורִים
כְּזֹהַר הָרָקִיעַ מַזְהִירִים, לְנִשְׁמות חַיָּלֵי צְבָא הֲגָנָה לְיִשְׂרָאֵל
,אֵ-ל מָלֵא רַחֲמִים, שׁוכֵן בַּמְּרומִים, הַמְצֵא מְנוּחָה נְכונָה
,עַל כַּנְפֵי הַשְּׁכִינָה בְּמַעֲלות קְדושִׁים, טְהורִים וְגִבּורִים
כְּזֹהַר הָרָקִיעַ מַזְהִירִים, לְנִשְׁמות חַיָּלֵי צְבָא הֲגָנָה לְיִשְׂרָאֵל
The eldest son of Ziva and Yehuda. He was born on the 10th of Tishrei 5739 (11.10.1978) at the Assaf Harofeh Hospital, the brother of Ravit, Moshe and Dorit, who came to the world five minutes before the end of Yom Kippur: “Whoever is born on this holy day is an angel, , “And that’s true. Eli was like that. He was born white, tiny, blond, with blue eyes. “His name, Elijah, was given to me after his maternal grandfather, but he received various nicknames in his home -” My grave “,” Elinio “,” My soul “and” Matoki “. He grew up in a house filled with joy, love and warmth, and on his face was a permanent smile, and until the sixth grade he wandered with his family throughout the country because of his The constraints of his father’s career: He spent his first childhood in Lod, then lived in Kiryat Ata, where the family moved to the Golan Heights, and eventually settled in Nahariya. He was able to buy his first education in elementary schools in Kiryat Ata and Katzrin, and he went to the Katznelson elementary school in Nahariya, where he taught elementary school, With his friends sitting quietly on the chair, and he used to get up in the middle of the class, make a round between the guys, and then sit down, but never really bothered him, and because of his occupying smile the teachers could not be angry with him. He studied at the “Amal Nahariya” Comprehensive School and graduated from the “Amal Kiryat Haim” Technological College, where he studied cooling and air conditioning. His entry into the new class, says his mother, has led to a positive turn in the motivation that made his friends move forward and succeed. His father adds that he was an outstanding student who invested heavily in his studies and was admired by all the teachers. He completed his studies successfully, and with a high school diploma. Eli loved life, loved his family and loved his friends. He was very attached to his mother, and with his father he had a friendly relationship that included joint activities. For his brother he was an admired figure, a guide and a friend who could be consulted in everything. Eli’s house was open at all times and served as a “club hotel”: the many friends came and went freely as if it were their home; They say that Eli was the undisputed leader and tell about his ability to give thanks, help and support. Eli’s main hobbies were basketball and soccer, and of course entertainment. My handsome father stood out in the field and drew attention, and won admiration from the girls. He knew how to enjoy the little moments of life, the good music he played in “Volume Volume,” and was known as a great dancer. However, according to his father, Bali was also a serious party, and he devoted all his school vacations to work. Eli saw military service as a mission, and aspired to serve in a combat unit. Since he was young, he had time until his recruitment, and he was saved for work at the “Shahar Refrigeration” company, in a profession he acquired during his studies. At the same time, he prepared himself for combat service and practiced in a gym. On 26 November 1996, Eli enlisted in the IDF, and his original plan was to serve in the Golani Brigade, but at that time the Haruv unit of the Kfir Brigade was reestablished and he was offered to volunteer for it. Passed an APC course and continued advanced training in the framework of the Haruv Battalion (93). After a short and successful position in the battalion’s auxiliary company, Eli underwent a course in infantry brigade sergeants and became a sergeant of the recruits’ division. He performed his duties with devotion, professionalism and great loveGod. His “credo” as a commander defined me in these words: “The work should be done in the best possible way, with the least coercive means.” I, as commander: Everyone’s father, both spiritual and material. I will not be with them in the wall, I will listen to the soldiers, especially the personal problems of each and every one. His soldiers say that he listened attentively, supported and encouraged, and took care of them as if they were his children.30 A clear example of this was Eli’s habit of dispersing talc into the soldiers’ shoes during the night, “He always had the will to give of himself,” they say. “The man we had was perhaps more important than any member of the company, the person we could turn to in any trouble, our mother and father.” Eli loved the army very much. , Was proud and happy in his role, enjoyed the challenge involved and did not complain about the difficulties, among his friends he was known as “outside,” and was therefore nicknamed “Primo “In short,” Primo. “The only book was written in the book:” ‘Velk, my brother, you are the funniest person I have seen,’ you told everyone. We always saw you, Primus, with his cell phone and cigarette in his hand. The smile on your face is permanent, never disappearing. When it comes to food and kitchen affairs you’re perfect. Helping everyone will always be happy, but for sure – you’ll be a kitchen sergeant. ” Another nickname he received was “Bajunglaier-Lulian,” meaning “something special,” due to his extensive use of the phrase. During his brief vacations, he took every moment to spend time with his friends, and on his return to the base he was equipped with the wonderful cakes his mother baked. “I brought you something in the Evangelical of my mother,” Eli would call out to friends, and everyone would gather around him and enjoy the delicacies. Eli managed to serve in the army for two and seven months and reached the rank of First Sergeant. About half a year before his fall, on 27 November 1998, one of his comrades-in-arms, one of Nahmias, was killed in Lebanon and was not easily recovered from the disaster. He remained for five months until the long-awaited release, and Eli stubbornly rejected his commanders’ suggestion that he would go to the army and sign a permanent army service. Eli was already facing ahead, the trip he had dreamed of doing with his two friends – Australia, the Netherlands and Thailand, but fate had other plans, and his life was interrupted. On 12.5.1999, during a field warfare exercise in the training grounds of the Hamam al-Malih base in the Jordan Valley, a grenade penetrated his head. “Be strong,” his friend Yossi Dahan, who was standing by his bed, wrote to him, “because that’s the only way you always tried to get out and prove, ‘Here I am again, laughing, and nothing happened.’ “For thirteen days he fought me for his life with the bravery and bravery that characterized him, and one day he even opened his eyes, but his body did not withstand the mortal wound. On Thursday, May 25, 1999, he was surrounded by family and friends Yael, Eli’s girlfriend, told his parents that before his injury he told her: “If I die, I have no problem contributing my organs and saving the lives of other people.” His parents saw his words as a will and decided to donate his organs. In his death Eli saved the lives of seven people, among them an Arab citizen. “We are all equal people,” the parents said, “all of them created by God and all of them are human beings, as long as someone lives in the merit of our son’s heart.” Eli’s liver was transplanted into a sixty-two-year-old man, one kidney implanted in a sixty-nine-year-old man, and a second kidney in a sixty-eight-year-old man. His heart was planted in the body of a man of fifty. “This heart was generously donated,” Ziva said,Just like my son was generous, “Eli, 21, was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Nahariya with hundreds accompanying him on his last journey, and was buried next to his good friend Ahad Nachmias. As only you can fight, “the commander of the Haruv Battalion, Lieutenant Colonel Danny, told him,” quietly and with strength. “The battalion’s regiment commander, Captain Ya’akov Moati, was also killed in the serious training accident in the valley. The noble deed of Eli’s organ donation was covered extensively in the press, and Eli’s mother set out to commemorate him by means of public awareness campaigns The importance of organ donation. In addition to her volunteer work at the hospital, “Maimonides”, Haifa, alongside transplant coordinator, she travels around the country, are seen by students and citizens, tells the story of her son and asks the listener to sign the card “Eddie” organ donation. Eli did not get to see the end of his soldiers’ course, 3rd Platoon of the November 1998 class. His family went to the graduation ceremony, and his mother spoke in the name of the family: “If he had been alive, he would have been happy that you are already finishing the route and you are half way through, fulfilling the hopes he has placed on you. ] As a serious and empowered person who knows that you will not miss anything and feel good. We knew Eli as a smiling little boy who had become a smiling soldier, who was sure his room would always be arranged by his mother or sisters. Eli was able to appreciate life, and his exits home, he always knew how to pass on the best … We thank you for your support of us in our difficult time and hope that the relationship will continue. ” And you looked at us all this time and said, ‘You must not give up, not now,’ as you always would tell us … You who pushed and fought for us, who shouted and intrigued us and that we You really loved us, you are the symbol of the one and only department, and we will always remember you and we will love you. “On Eli’s birthday, his friend Yael wrote:” Eli, today you should have been twenty years old. A. A year ago I thought, ‘Wow, I’ll have a friend of twenty-one – so great!’ But who thought you would leave me so quickly and so suddenly. … recalls our long period together – in simple, small moments that seemed so ordinary – and today they are the most expensive thing. – Eli – you’re not dead! You’re here with me, I feel you beside me everywhere, feeling you stroking me, and when I cry – you’re the one who makes me relax. You ‘re the most beautiful thing I’ ve ever met. Happy birthday, my love. “Eli’s friends are in touch with his family and continue to visit them, and his teacher from the Amal Nahariya school continues to visit his grave at the memorial ceremonies.Three and a half years after Eli’s death in February 2003, Yossi Dahan, one of his two friends, To travel with them abroad, in a motorcycle accident. After Eli’s fall, as a way of dealing with pain and grief, his father began painting and sculpting. His paintings, rich in colors and elements of nature, adorn the walls of the family home in Nahariya. After a while the father managed to paint his son: the picture shows the face of a smiling angel with eyes shining, full of love for the lost life. Yehuda wrote: “I miss you my son … I sit in your room and wonder and imagine how you should be the day you were released from the IDF, with a lot of joy and respect for your contribution to the state and to the community. But fate wanted another, my dear son. In your death, prematurely, you have given life to seven people you have never known, and in this way Father gives you the letter (the medal of bravery, courage, honor and honor).You have come to your beautiful image and the nobility of the soul. … “Trying to live so that I can perpetuate your image in every way possible.” Later, the family and friends wrote: “It has been six years since the first carob left the big carob tree and went upstairs. Down here we are: sometimes happy and sometimes sad, sometimes angry and sometimes loving, sometimes forgetting and sometimes remembering. But always, always miss you. … Eli, our cherub is precious, we need to continue tomorrow, but we will always keep you a special corner in our thoughts and hearts. “In Eli’s memory, a website was set up with a picture gallery, eulogies and more. DeseasedID / index.asp? DeseasedID = 207226. His loved ones created a video in his memory, in which his family, friends, and commanders recount his story, as part of the project “An album for all falls” conducted by the Municipality of Nahariya in cooperation with Beit Yad Lebanim. The album contains pictures from his various life stations, letters written to him while lying in the hospital after his injury, etc. The album can be seen on the website To the Municipality of Nahariya, under the section “In Memory of Them.” Memorial pages were also dedicated to Eli at the Ministry of Health’s virtual memorial site, where the life stories of organ donors appear. “Maincat = 53 & catId = 284 & PageId = 2110. Against the backdrop of a carob tree, Eli’s cousins, Orit and Tzvika Caspi wrote:” Have you ever seen a child, / a carob tree in the autumn? Have you ever seen him, so green / his trunk, how strong is he / his fruit, the gift of God? / / Know a child that sometimes, / from the top drop to the ground, some leaves / that out of life and struggle / There was not enough to hold tight / … / Only years ago / I also had a leaf / And / and the eternal life with which he took / and instead he grew a group of leaves / whose heritage will continue for many years / and also the pain and loss / the improvement is the bud / the leaves that will come / take care of the tree and his / his life. “