Shlomo, the son of Basha and Jacob, was born on June 18, 1929 in Poland, in the town of Nedjin, grew up in an agricultural environment, spent the summer with his parents in fruit gardens that were rented in rural areas and participated in guarding, collecting and transporting fruit. At the outbreak of World War II and the Nazi invasion of Poland in September 1939, the situation of the Jews in the entire country worsened, as was the situation of the small community of Nedjyn.Tens of thousands of Jews from all the surrounding towns were deported to the Warsaw ghetto. Intolerable, overcrowding overcrowded, food rations were cut and the population suffered from cold and starvation, arrests, murder in the streets, executions, deportation to concentration camps, And the deportation of Jews to forced labor in the Reich was a daily occurrence, and the ghetto’s borders were not determined, causing chaos and confusion, and in mid-November 1940 the Warsaw ghetto was closed and surrounded by a wall. The family of Shlomo and his family were sent to the Warsaw Ghetto as early as the beginning of the war, and when the Jews began to be exterminated, Shlomo and his little brother escaped from the ghetto and found refuge in a Christian home until the informers handed them over to the Nazis. Shlomo’s brother was murdered before his eyes. Only he managed to escape because of his Aryan appearance, and was privileged to see the end of the war. After the war he spent some time in Belize, at his uncle’s home, and helped him with meat and other works. Shlomo approached the Zionist idea and joined a youth group that was his banner. “I see him before my eyes, a Simcha and cheerful young man, who I met almost daily when he was distributing meat in the butcher’s, I was always surprised to see him carrying the heavy pieces of meat on his shoulder, tired and weary, “I often wanted to get out of here, from the noise of the city to a village far from Poland – and maybe we would go to Eretz Israel, to the land of our forefathers. Two weeks after this conversation, we decided to go to Israel, without Shlomo’s permission, Shlomo left the house and his family. ” Shlomo and his friend set out at the end of 1945, and after hardships and obstacles managed to reach the base of immigration in Frankfurt, Germany. Two and a half months later, on March 26, 1946, they immigrated to Israel as part of the Youth Aliyah. Shlomo was educated in Israel for two years with a youth group at Kibbutz Ramat Yohanan in the Zevulun Valley. Here he was nicknamed “Redhead” because of the color of his hair. At the end of the period he remained with the group members for a third year in the economy. He was not easily adapted to the new conditions, to the Israeli climate, to people and to work, but finally found his place in the orchard, the vineyard, and the bananas. He liked his friends, mentors and foremen, and began to feel like one of the local people. The members of the kibbutz recall: “With wonderful speed, we felt how he was changing, his expression softened, and there was a joke in his mouth, and he was no longer a stranger among the boys. When the events of the War of Independence broke out in the land of Israel, Shlomo decided to join the ranks of the Hagana. The fighting over Kibbutz Ramat Yochanan and its environs began in mid-April 1948, following the defeat of Kaukji and his army, the “Salvation Army”, in the Battle of Mishmar Ha’emek. Aside from his desire to encourage his soldiers, Kaukji’s goal was to cut off Haifa from vital areas by conquering the Zevulun bloc and taking over the Yagur-Ata-Haifa road, which was then used as a main roadEast and north of the country to Haifa. Kaukji sent the Druze battalion, which had come from Syria and joined its forces, to attack the Haganah outposts in the Zevulun Valley, which protected the Krayot and Haifa Bay. The battle began on April 12, 1948 and lasted for five consecutive days. The Carmeli Brigade fighters who were called into the area initiated attacks against the Arab forces, and instead of difficult battles, the outposts pass from hand to hand. “A few days before the outbreak of the attack on Ramat Yohanan, we kept together in the same position, we talked about our future all night,” says Shlomo’s friend. “It was a moonlit night, stars sparkled and the conversation slowly rolled in. It seemed to me as if he knew and knew what awaited him. “I remembered that day when we stood near the orange grove and trained to provide first aid to a wounded man in the field,” adds another friend. My partner was perfect. We both went wild and laughed at this amusing practice … and suddenly a volley of bullets flew over our heads. We all fell silent and looked at each other with a questioning face. Only Shlomo remained laughing. He laughed at the shower and the deadly fire. As we reached the pool posts at the edge of the forest, and the enemy’s fire increased from moment to moment, he did not stop laughing. We stood in one position all day. And in order for time to pass faster, he began to sing. Singing, shouting and laughing. As if to silence the whistling of bullets. So we spent a whole day in the forest. It was an amusing game. But the next day his face fell slightly, he became more serious and quiet. When we left for the field he followed me in line. We did not know that this was his last departure. “On April 14, 1948, during a major attack on the kibbutz, Shlomo went out with a group of people to protect the vineyard from the enemy. His friend said, “On his back was tied to a stretcher of a field, and then he took his soul out of it, and finally, after a hard crawl, we reached the target, it was down the wadi, there was no shelter in front of us. As if she wanted to smuggle us out of this cursed place, and we were without a drop of water, armed, we were close to our places until noon. ” At four in the afternoon the order of withdrawal came. “The withdrawal was very difficult, but we only managed to get about twenty meters, and we were fired at quickly and accurately, and at that moment Shlomo’s voice was heard:’I’m wounded. ‘” From the first moment he felt that he was ending his life, When he saw that his friends were not listening to him, they were advancing against the enemy and covering the retreat of the medics. Who dragged his stretcher, parted from his friends and greeted them with a final blessing, did not weep or cry, raised his hand only a few times, and said, ‘Shalom, friends.’ When his medics reached the rocks near the cemetery and examined him, he was no longer alive, and his face, even after his death, remained calm, peaceful and smiling. ” Shlomo was nineteen years old when he fell. He was laid to rest at the cemetery in Ramat Yochanan. Later, he was transferred to the new cemetery on the kibbutz. On the first anniversary of his downfall, his friends eulogized him: “He is no more, but his spirit lives within us, his spirit will live forever in every member of his society. Company”. “Our friend perished on the land in which he wanted to plant his roots, on the land where he wanted to renew his youthful life in the work of the land and in the enjoyment of the work.After years of suffering and suffering, he wanted to find a source of condolences for his girlfriend, who would serve as his family. But the fate of his life led him and instructed him to risk his life and to die martyrdom at the gates of his house, at the gates of the economy where he was educated, knowledgeable and about to begin to live his independent life. He fell as a boy, before he began to understand the ways of the world and the laws of life. “We will remember the last words of Shlomo, in which he expressed his loyalty and devotion to his friends to the yearning of his life – to society – and in them he also sanctified his name among us forever. “Shlomo and his friends were immortalized in a special video produced in Kibbutz Ramat Yohanan in memory of the” last scion. “The victims of the last scion are survivors of the Holocaust who survived a last remnant of their nuclear family (parents, brothers, sisters, sons and daughters) The Holocaust in the ghettos and / or the concentration and extermination camps and / or in flight and hiding in territories occupied by the Nazis and / or fighting alongside members of the underground or the partisans Nimes in Nazi-occupied territory, during or after World War II, wore uniforms and fell in the Israeli army
