Heiman, Giora

Son of Elimelech and Elisheva. He was born on November 26, 1950 in Netanya. He studied at the Itamar School and at the Tchernichovsky High School, both in Netanya. He was a counselor in “Scouts” and afterward was a battalion commander in the Gadna and excelled as an athlete in ball games and light athletics. He was talented in mathematics, and a friend from the time he served in the army said that he liked sitting next to him and asking him questions in mathematics and enjoying his sharp and witty mind. He was drafted into the IDF in November 1968. He was a disciplined soldier, but when he received orders from his commander, who seemed illogical to him, he was not ashamed to make him wrong, despite the “price” he had to pay for his daring. He wrote letters to them regularly, and wrote in one of the letters: “The annoying thing is that I have not hit a single bullet yet, and all the positions around us are shooting incessantly. I imagine that you are very afraid and to calm you there is no danger here. As far as I know, no one has been scratched in our area lately. “This paragraph proves how much he wanted to calm his worried parents, and on December 4, 1969, he fell while serving in the Golan Heights. “One year passed, Giora, a year – and that moment is still etched in me as it was only yesterday. The corner of the street in that abandoned village, a deep blue winter sky and the Hula Valley overlooking the green below. – – – It was a final exercise and we were joined to the same force. When everything began to move, we opened fire. The bombs hit a crack in the houses up the street, raising puffs of smoke and dust. I did not see you, but maybe you felt like me; The sense of empowerment and confidence in this weapon, and more importantly, the youth behind it. You know, the sun still rises every morning, big and new on the ridges, beyond the lines of fire and everywhere we were together. And we, all your friends in the unit, continue with everything you shared with him until a year ago. And now, autumn again and the trees overflowing. A whole year has passed; But wherever I am, I’ll always have one of our guys, regiment and company – you’re part of them forever. “