Gottsch, Noam

Ben Ruti and Mordechai. Noam was born in Be’er Sheva on 19 November 1970. As a young boy, Noam dreamed of being a sapper, a soldier in combat engineering, and his naive paintings were loaded with tanks, planes and firearms. “He was three years old when his sister Hela was born,” his parents say, “and the house grew wider and filled with laughter and joy. We passed a leader on Vespa (which impressed him very much and employed him mechanically) to drive a car from the De-Bois model (where he also put his nose and eyes into the engine and gears) and a caramel duke model – ‘). Together with them, we ran the whole length and breadth of the country, by car and especially by foot. “At the age of six, the family moved to the Negev, where the father set up a music school and joined a different children’s group in Moshav Shvulim. “We loved this green corner in the western Negev,” the parents say, “while in the background all the wars were large and small wars, attrition, reserve duty, and high security tension … Noam said: ‘He has long fingers that will allow him to play With great sensitivity. ‘ From piano lessons he moved to playing cello, but after a few years he stopped and went to listen to heavy rock music (and that was the end of the musical part), and from there to “music.” Noam’s Bar Mitzvah was held at the Western Wall and since then he has become interested in Jewish heritage and Kabbalah “The ideological and political level also penetrated his soul, and of course he joined the Betar movement both as an apprentice and as a guide. The writings of Ze’ev Jabotinsky and Yair’s poems were of great interest to him. From here the road to Sde Boker was paved – Noam sought a more meaningful learning environment, an environment for self-expression, an environment for personal and personal growth. But the distance from privacy and the family was hampered, and at the end of a year of studies, environmental trips and unique experiences, he returned home to Arad (where the family moved) to high school in the geography track. “In fact, he was not a diligent student,” the parents say, “and all his wishes were in the direction of the IDF, a combat engineering and a range. He was drafted into combat engineering, and his first postcard was laconic and proud: “I was in the corps I wanted in pre-basic training.” The silver cap at the end of basic training at Masada was the peak of his personal and national wishes. Breaking up roads, neutralizing landmines, laying mines and more. “Police service was a natural continuation of regular service Two months after his release from the army, Noam joined the police when they dreamed of arriving at the terrorist network. In the meantime, he managed to fulfill another dream – driving on a heavy motorcycle, driving a field. During the service day and night, twelve hours on shift, with all his heart and devotion, he managed to be happy to sneak motorcycle hours. During his service on August 22, 1993, Noam was killed in a motorcycle accident on his way out of Beersheba, and two weeks earlier he was recruited to reserve duty to unload minefields in Gaza, work hard under heavy heat and operational danger, In the morning he washed himself, changed to a police uniform, and went to the Be’er Sheva police station to console his mourners and take care of his request for the sabotage squad, and he was buried in the Arad cemetery.