Goldberg, Ramy

Rami, son of Sarah and Abraham, a Holocaust survivor, was born on May 5, 1953 in Kibbutz Shefayim, and attended elementary school and high school in the kibbutz. His friends say that in the early days of school, Rami was prominent in his technical sense. He devoted most of his time to his hobby-to dismantle and study the innards of every machine, and of every mechanical mechanism. His great dream was to learn a pilot, and the fact that his friends referred to this dream as ephemeral madness did not discourage him. He spent hours building gliders and airplanes, and finally went on a gliding course and participated in motor-pilot competitions. The work was more important to Rami than anything else. A spare moment from school and he’s already on the tractor in the field, or next to him in the garage. It was natural that he had been given all responsible work, and he never hesitated to take upon himself to do whatever was required of him. He was a member of the “Hapoel” and active in the “Gadna” Air Force, and participated in marches and three times participated in the Kinneret crossing. After a while, he was transferred to the Armored Corps and after completing his studies at the Armored Corps School, he was certified as a gunner and a tank driver. One of his commanders testified that he excelled in his knowledge and his desire to improve. He was a dedicated soldier and an excellent friend and everyone who knew him loved him. When the Yom Kippur War broke out, Rami was at an observation post in his stronghold. All the soldiers of the stronghold closed themselves inside, and outside it was a heavy shower of shells, but it came out of this hell. The next day, Rami fought from one of the two tanks, who tried to break through a retreat from the stronghold. After the two tanks were hit, the soldiers abandoned them and continued to retreat by foot through the swamp area. “I was injured and asked the guys to leave me and save themselves,” said Levy Levy, a reserve reservist from Holon, but Rami said: “No one will remain in the swamp. If we are saved, we will all succeed together, and if we are captured, we will all fall together. ” Every time we stopped for a rest, Rami would go and inspect the area under constant fire … “On the evening of that day, October 8, 1973, the retreating force was discovered and the enemy opened fire on it. Rami was killed minutes before a rescue force reached the retreating soldiers and took them away. He was brought to eternal rest in the cemetery at Kibbutz Shefayim. he left behind a father and brother. After his fall, he was promoted to corporal. In the diary of Shfayim, “Our Expression,” which was published after Rami’s death, a conversation took place between Rami’s father and Yitzhak Levi, a reservist who fought alongside Rami. “If I live, it’s thanks to Rami,” Yitzhak said. “My children call me Dad because of him.”