Ben Bianca and Herbert (Harry). He was born on May 12, 1984 in the Bnei Zion Hospital in Haifa. Brother to Adi. Named after his beloved grandfather. My father grew up and was educated in Kiryat Yam. As a child, he attended the “Urim” elementary school and completed his studies at the Rudman High School of Arts and Sciences. He excelled in mathematics, but in those years he preferred to invest time in other pursuits rather than in studies. During his military service, he promised to complete his matriculation exams, with the aim of continuing to pursue academic studies. During his free time, my father loved playing soccer in the neighborhood, listening to Mizrahi music, surfing the sea and watching old Israeli movies. Above all, he was loyal to friends-they were an inseparable part of his life, and at every moment he tried to unite them around him. My father always turned around with a big smile, giving affection and warmth to everyone and avoiding arguments. His friends say he liked to be constantly moving and spending time, while his friends say he knew how to be gentle and gentle. The friends also testify that my father was right and had a broad heart, and did all he could to help anyone in need. As a dominant figure, my father was surrounded by his friends at all times, was at the center of events, and was the living spirit of the group. When he left, he left a large space, and as a result the group of friends broke up. My father always tried to make the best of everything he did. He loved the country, and his greatest aspiration was to be among the combat soldiers in the IDF, but his mother, who was very worried about his safety, preferred not to risk it, and refused to sign the form confirming his dispatch to combat service. He was drafted into the Israel Air Force, but his desire to serve as a fighter continued, and after eight months and many persuasions, his mother acquiesced and signed the form with a heavy heart: My father was happy when he joined the Border Police, The northern unit of the Border Police, and took part in routine security (security) and other activities. The unit knew who was his last girlfriend and the two knew nice days together. Before his release, he debated whether to sign a permanent order and remain in the army, or to return to civilian life and go to school. On July 9, 2005, four months before his discharge from the ranks of the police, my father fell in combat, and my father was sent on a night patrol on the seam line with two of his friends. Where my father was killed at the age of 21. My father was laid to rest in the military section of the Afek (Tzur Shalom) cemetery, leaving his parents and sister, and was promoted to the rank of First Sergeant. . I will not be able to stop the pain of loss, dear brother, a single brother … / I will always remember you. / At night, at all hours of the day, / sees you looking at me warmly, / from a place that is all light … / and maybe it is I who is in the dark, / and you are the one who lights me the way, / and gives me the strength to continue on the way … / Once your image comes to mind, / bitter weeping floods my throat … / The fruit of a life that was just beginning to ripen, / and should have stopped. / This is so unimaginable, / that God has plucked you. / So pure you came here, / And so pristine you went from here … / The face of an angel and innocence of a child, / A child who knew life to contain. / Always in the center of things, / surrounded by a lot of friends, / exploits every moment of life. / As if he knew that his time here is set, / And so I know you are not sad … / See you in the memory picture in my heart, / Smiling to me and saying: ‘My sister, do not cry … everything is okay with me’ , And this is a fact. “I knew a child who loved to laugh, to listen to musicKa at the top of his lungs, and the main thing is to have fun all the way. A guy with a smile on his face that took everyone around. Loved to live, loved to have fun, loved life, and always laughed with friends. As usual, he would mention Maccabi Haifa, and they would always laugh at me as a “socialist”. He always cared, always helped, always knew when to call and encourage, and of course to be a true friend. I knew a charming man who had been there for me all the years. He always made sure to bring me home safely, like the little sister, and he always knew how to encourage me in the difficult moments. My father, your place is forever in my heart. “Mazal Friesis wrote:” My father, you parted from me hard / I only have feelings / pain and memories that belong to me / the child I loved who burned in my heart / From the first day I was welcomed / And gave each other a shoulder and support / quarrels we found the golden path / and we took care of each other at every stage. / Now leave a space in our family / But your character will always remain before our eyes. / And now: / Only memories remain engraved in the heart / mixed with feelings of anger and pain. / Anger that was taken prematurely / anger that you are not with us now / but with us you will remain forever and forever / you are an integral part of us. / Child … I loved you and always love / I’ll remember you always smiling and mischievous … “
