Gutterman, Tomer (Yosef)

Ben Ricky and Shlomo. Born on the 6th of Adar Alef 5773 (February 8, 1973) in Haifa, a healthy and beautiful baby, a brother to Avi and Lilach, a naughty, inquisitive and sometimes stubborn child who grew up and became a boy with blue hawk eyes. The elementary school Ehud, and his real career in the Ironi H. High School, where he liked to play football and go on trips and camps, and from an early age he was active in the Scouts movement. In addition, he practiced karate and taught the profession in distressed neighborhoods in Haifa. In July 1991, Tomer was drafted into the IDF and was accepted to an IAF course, completing his course as a pilot in combat helicopters and following an advanced training course to the United States for Apache helicopters in 1995. In 1995, Tomer, “Tomer took part in dozens of operational sorties in Lebanon and in fighting terrorism in the territories, and he taught at the flight school for a period of time, , In a basic squadron and in an advanced squadron of combat helicopters, Tomer returned to the squadron and commanded an advanced training course for Apache, Tomer was discharged from the army and began working for Israel Aerospace Industries, while studying industrial engineering and management at Tel Aviv University, where he excelled in his reserve service in the squadron and was ordained as a quartet leader. Deputy commander of a senior squadron. Tomer responded positively. On May 31, 2002, he married Na’ama. “From the first meeting, I knew that our relationship would develop into something serious,” says Na’ama, “he was everything I was looking for in a man and that brought me back in. Tomer was a happy person, whole with himself, he had a sense of humor and he smiled a lot. Very much the squadron and the Apache helicopters. “To be a squadron commander is something that always interested him, so he decided to become a lieutenant colonel and postpone his studies. “On the night of 30.3.2003, Major Tomer Gutterman was killed in the course of his service in a plane crash of the” Pashush “type, and he is thirty years old. He was buried in the military cemetery in Haifa and left behind a pregnant wife, parents, brother and sister Six months after his death on September 1, 2003, his daughter, Rotem, was born. To leave you today, and it’s hard to believe, leaving behind a huge void, leaving only a determined man, a commander, a fighter and a pilot, a leader who is followed lovingly by a squadron commander, Tomer has left me a huge void, a space for a husband whom you so lovingly love, and with great devotion you have succeeded in combining the demanding role with your life as a fresh couple – a life in which you will miss “You were a fighter and a leader, you carried out countless operational missions beyond the enemy lines and in the fighting in the territories, with the courage, clarity and coolness that characterized you so much, you were a friend and commander with a touch of magic.” Major D., a close friend, relates: “Tomer was a person who knows how to listen, a friend who understands. He knew how to please and give a good word when necessary. It was something that stood out. In contrast to the army’s penetrating drill in the investigations, after an operational sortie, it would not only seek the negative things, but always what was fine. MelThe good in the right place and time was something that characterized him very much. He had a natural ability to push people forward. “I wanted to share with you the shared experiences of Tomer and me, but it’s not easy to choose from so many experiences that go on and on,” Tomer’s sister Lilach said. Over a period of almost 30 years, we started chasing cats and mice when we were children, and ended up in real friendship between brother and sister. Every story is so important now and I did not want to lose one memory or another. So I decided to express my feelings with the words of writer Richard Bach. First, on Tomer’s investment and excellence in what his wife, his family, his friends, his flight, his duties and his work – from the Seagull book: ‘Most gulls do not bother to learn the simplest flight facts – how to get from the beach to food and return. That’s enough for them. For most seagulls, the flight is important only for food. However, this gull had no interest in food; his eyes were on the flight alone … ‘. Finally, in a personal address to Tomer, my dear brother, from the book No Place Too Far: Free Chicken and happily floated above the puddle of mediocrity, beyond birthdays, and throughout eternal life. We – the two of us – meet now, and we will meet in the future when we desire it, in the midst of one true celebration, which never ends. ‘ I wish … “His sister-in-law, Adi, wrote to remember a song:” Turquoise eyes, stretching into the grooves / and a huge white smile spread across the face. And you are a handsome, fair-haired, sunburnt child, / naughty and a little wild, in a halo of majesty and majesty. I am always aware of this, so that you have grown up in a noble and brilliant youth, / pleasant, sharp and profound. Ruhr aspire to heaven brood, close to divinity. / And like every flutter and gust in your hand, issued by the frequency but praise and unprecedented results, / Even here emerald and Plath and any depreciation life .// you became a man, officer, pilot. And now, but nine months ago, you have even increased the tone of women to connect. And carry it to you / to serve as an aid against you / and the fruit, and planted in it thy seed, which shall never perish, if your child grows up like a roaring bull or a lioness of valor. In the blood of your life we ​​shall be taken from us, a young prince, forever your life will be left with the spirit of our eyes, for your father and mother, for you will suffer forever for me, as if they were within you / for your proud brother, the name is a candle for your feet, your sister, And you and you … You are no longer. “My uncle, a member of the squadron, writes:” Tomer, I admit that I have not gotten used to it, I have not gotten used to talking about you or you. Your picture is looking at a charming and infinite smile. I have not gotten used to the fact that in order to see you, you can come at any time, sit quietly and talk to a stone. I have not gotten used to talking to you yet, and I have not gotten used to the fact that you are not, and Tomer – I will not get used to it either. “You’ll probably be sitting up there saying, ‘At least they’re still alive.’ And although we will continue our daily routine, I will miss her embracing piety every time I come to reserve duty, to the right word in research, to peace of mind and sparkleEyes on the way to Linen. As his friend Adam writes about him: “Last week we were photographed at the university and we talked about Tomer. It’s a little funny to remember it next to the Engineering Faculty Building. Anyone who knows Tomer in school is smiling now. I’m sure he looked at us that day and gave a good laugh and a few jokes about our choice to shoot outside the Wolfson building. We spent many hours together waiting for the end of the day, the weekend, the end of the semester. The truth is that everything about Tomer is sad-funny. Sad, because it’s a memory and you can not call the squadron, ask Tomer and complain that we’re here alone without him. Funny, because whenever a picture or a memory of Tomer comes to mind it brings a smile and warmth in your heart. In the morning we would sit outside the faculty on the stone wall and see Tomer coming from afar, the green bag thrown over his shoulder, the look half thought of the long hours ahead and the other half a smile at the corner of his mouth. From there we would walk slowly into the classroom and sit in the back row, the closer to the door and away from the lecturer. Maybe we would break in the middle of the lesson and go to some cup of coffee or at home … “His friend Haim writes about him:” How do I remember Tomer? Invincible. A person who can not stand up to him, against purposefulness, professionalism, falling into detail, the ability to realize things from an idea and nothing else, and all that with your tactile guts and with the movement that is so characteristic of you. Happy and happy with smiling eyes, even in difficult moments, always with a cynical remark to raise morale. Tomer with the tough exterior, especially in front of new people, officers, commanders, but with a strong desire to contribute, to give, to listen. I remember the modest Tomer who hated cheap populism and focused on doing. Israeli, who drives me to eat falafel the day after they opened the Orion falafel in Tel Aviv, the one who does not miss the Shabbat game, Tomer who takes Naama to eat in a Jewish restaurant in the middle of Tel Aviv, who likes to eat chopped liver from the Carmel market, With the guys on Tuesday and Friday. And as I mentioned, I remember him as a loving husband full of warmth and love, Tomer who is willing to do everything for the family. I also remember our last Shabbat together, just two days before the tragedy that took place, the optimistic atmosphere we had, how you informed us that you were pregnant, so in passing. How motivated you were from the role of Chief Superintendent A, full of new and motivated ideas to fulfill them … It was so clear to me that you would be successful, that you would definitely leave your mark on the squadron and the army. ” His girlfriend, Ada, writes to him in the name of his close friends: “You were a bit different from us, you were a Maccabi fan – when everyone else thought that Haifa was red. Blue eyes, but that was the smile that knocked them all over the net, and every time they remember you, the smile spreads. ” Shosh Gurfinkel, Naama’s mother, writes: “A drop of caress joins and becomes a wide river to the edge of the horizon. Each was born in a different place / life and life – their suckling, their childhood, their youth, Love, sensitivity, understanding, harmony .// He is his gift and he is his gift. / Their way through love / prime fruit / love / It is gone like a dream / And it remains with the fruit of their love / Until the end of days. ” Ziva, Tomer’s aunt, writes to him: “Tomer, they passed 12 moons that I see 12 dark and dark winters where every night I sit in the dining room, the heater warms, my head up, my eyes glued like a magnet to your charming picture,Daughter: Is this Tomer? Is Tomer taken from our little family while he was young? And the heart refuses to believe and answers quietly: “Yes, this is Tomer.” Tomer, who is immobile and pleasant, Tomer with a constant smile on his face, a smile of modesty, peace and tranquility enveloping him. When you ask Tomer, ‘What’s up?’ Always a routine answer: ‘Do not worry, everything will be okay,’ ‘There’s nothing to worry about …’ “Tomer: You always succeeded in what you did, in school, in the Scouts and in the army. You were optimistic, you were always optimistic, you were always good, you always saw the positive. -Myamir, head of El Al, dreaming of the fighter planes, and your dream came true in the army, an excellent pilot who fulfills his duties pleasantly, peacefully and successfully. Always keep a healthy social life, keep in touch with friends and always attach to friends the friends on the margins. Tomer can be said with certainty: a person who demands perfection from all of them Tomer also demanded this from himself, as written: “Tomer, Na’ama your wife and Rutham, your sweet little daughter, come to visit you often. Little Rotem knows her father only through the clods of earth, vegetation and flowers. When she grew up, she would be told who her father was, she would look at the pictures, and so she would meet her father and continue on his way. Tomer and Rotem – identical names, in the exchange of letters … “