Ben Tamar and David. He was born on February 2, 1977 in Moshav Dishon on the northern border. The eldest son of his parents. Tomer grew up in the moshav, nature and landscapes of northern Israel were close to him especially. From childhood Tomer liked to walk, he was a lively and inquisitive child who had collected animals to care for them, liked to ask questions and to get around and grew up into an adventurous, energy-laden boy who was swept by a bunch of friends and attracted attention by his thin, transformative appearance. In high school and high school Tomer studied at the Hula Valley School, but his studies were not his main concern. He spent most of his time dedicating himself to the group of close friends who had concentrated around him. These friends tell many stories about Tomer, the loyal friend and the charismatic leader: always six adventures, a trip on the motorcycle or ATV, brave and daring, likes to gather experiences and experience, love to spend and dance, and yet a friend who can always be trusted to support and help when necessary. Tomer knew how to give of himself, and this was an obvious thing to him. He also helped his father in the family farm, and in his spare time he worked in other economies to support the family and save money. Tomer was very attached to his parents, to his sister Ricky, who was only a year younger than him, and to his two brothers, Arik and Eliran. When he was in 12th grade, Tomer met with Sivan and the two of them had a great love, and when Tomer was injured in the accident, Tomer nursed her for many days and helped her get over them, and Tomer and Sivan spent a lot of time together. A joint future, when each of them joined the IDF, they supported each other with urgent phone calls and letters, and on weekends they hurried to meet and stay with each other as much as possible. Tomer joined the IDF in July of 1995. He began a combat training course in the Nahal Brigade and was assigned to the “Orev Nachal” commando unit, and was very much admired by his colleagues in the platoon and the staff, He writes about the emotional difficulties he writes to Sivan – his longing for her), sweeps his friends with him, encourages them and supports his optimistic smile: “Tomer was an outstanding fighter in every aspect of his life. When the team was in trouble and he, with his charming smile, calmed and swept them all. “Despite intense pain, Tomer behaved like a model soldier, “Tomer told her that he felt it was his duty to defend the soldier, and that he was not worried about his safety. His country and his home, so close to the northern border On the evening of 28 February 1997, the helicopter disaster occurred when two Yasur helicopters collided over Moshav Shear Yashuv, and the seventy-three fighters, who made their way to operational activity, . He was twenty years old when he fell. After his fall he was promoted to sergeant. Tomer was buried in the cemetery in Moshav Dishon. Survived by his parents, three brothers – Ricky, Arik and Eliran and his girlfriend Sivan. Tomer’s family and friends commemorated his memory in the book they published. “I have been following you for nineteen years, and there are things I have told you and you will never hear, some things I told you and I was wrong, and you will never know. I have many left of you, the pictures, the memories, your laughter, etched in my memory and echoing in my ears, and a little piece of dirt, a little piece of dirt that our mother planted around her flowers that we cherish all our lives.You were my oldest brother and I was only your little sister. I have been privileged to be your only sister for nineteen years. I’ve been following you for nineteen years, you go to kindergarten and I follow you, you go to school and I follow you, you enlist – and I follow you. Now you left, and what about me? Now you are in memory, you are in the pictures, you are in the movies, no more flesh and blood, we will not see your height again, and we will not be able to hear your laughter again. And how can we agree to be disabled forever? Sometimes, at night, I dream about you, and I think I touch you and I see you smile once again, and then your face is suddenly extinguished and I return to the bitter reality and the empty space. “And his mother, Tami, adds:” My Tomer, your music, smiles and presence That you are missing here, left another home. Not like the one I knew, a sad house without joy, a quiet house. The suffering here is difficult and controlling. Nothing would ever be like it used to be. But we’re continuing for you. “
