Meir, son of Chava and Joseph, was born on 27.2.1948 in Kibbutz Gal-On. He completed his elementary studies at the kibbutz school, and later graduated from the “Gat Gal-On” educational institution in Kibbutz Gat. Meirka, as his parents called him, was a member of the Ha – Shomer ha – Tsa’ir youth movement. Despite difficulties and crises during the period of joint education, Meir was one of the pillars of his group in the youth society. Even in his childhood he had excelled in an unusual technical sense, and his games were always revolving around wheels, tractors, machinery and combines. He chose to spend most of his time in the kibbutz garage, following the dismantling and assembling of various machines – and even advising friends, as a real expert. He had a great curiosity – to see everything and to know everything that was going on around him. As a result of this curiosity, a great deal of knowledge came to me about the machines that interested him greatly, and at the same time attracted to the adventures, the mystery, and the mischief inherent in them. The love of joy and action guided him not only in the mischievous and mischievous acts of childhood, but also in the daily life and dilemmas of adolescence and adolescence. Meir had never had excessive demands from the environment or life; he had never complained, and was pleased with his way of life and what he had done. By virtue of this integrity with himself, Meir was a realistic and well-founded man in his approach to life, a man who planted both feet in the ground. At the same time he excelled in exemplary honesty – honesty with himself and with others. The people around him loved him very much-he was a good friend of all, and was appreciated for his modesty, kindness, responsibility, and gentleness. Meir was not reconciled to himself – an idea that was criticized, had to come to fruition. Sometimes he was forced to work harder, far more than usual, and to invest himself entirely in a single act-and he did not shrink from it if he achieved his ambition and achieved his goal. Aside from these character traits, Meyer stood out among his teammates and the kibbutz in his smiling face, his impressive exterior shape and the beauty of his title. Meir was drafted into the IDF in early November 1966 and volunteered for the Armored Corps, which he saw as a continuation of his love for the machine and its handling of the armored corps, from a tank and artillery practice to a tank commander. He was considered one of the best and most courageous fighters in his battalion, and was also praised for the performance of the “small” things, today – in the days of the War of Attrition, Two days: The occasional breakdowns in the tank never frightened his friends in the unit, since they relied on Meir to overcome every mishap A friend who served with Meir during his army service: “Meir was an excellent tank commander, placing great confidence in his staff and all the people close to him and those around him. His technical understanding, his interest in tanks, brought him to a very high level of professionalism. “After his discharge, he was called for reserve duty and took a conversion course to another tank, and after completing his regular service he decided to fulfill his dream of traveling abroad. Meir worked as a driver for a certain period of time, and he invested all his energy and energy in the day and night, making it possible for him to travel in Europe for four months, and he worked very hard in the garage, Without a bill of hours, and repaired every tool he could, he could never sit idle He was always involved in something, always correcting, always improving, and through his work in the garage, Meyer was involved in all branches of the agricultural agriculture and was familiar with all types of machines and technical innovations.They consulted him immediately before buying a new machine. He understood the “soul of the machine” and with the resourcefulness and agility of his hands took the best out of it. During this period, Meir’s social life flourished. He participated in the parties of the young people, in many conversations on various subjects and excelled in richness in his knowledge and opinions. As if in contrast to the “emotional cashews” with machines and his love for them, Meir also loved horses – he grew and nurtured a foal, trained him and rode him with great pleasure after work hours. On Rosh Hashana, on the eve of the outbreak of the Yom Kippur War, during the holiday party at the kibbutz, Meir’s talent was discovered – a talent for acting and entertainment. After this evening, he was expected to have a great deal in this field. Meir went to war as a tank commander and participated in the braking battles against the Egyptians in Sinai. When he saw that the situation was serious, he told his staff simply: “There is no choice. There is a fight. Meir and his team destroyed several enemy tanks and armored personnel carriers and fought with supreme heroism. The last words of the excellent and beloved warrior of his comrades were: “I shoot the last shell.” In a battle that was abandoned near the Firdan Bridge on the 14th of Tishrei 5734 (October 8, 1973), the tank that Meir had hit was hit. He was twenty-five years old when he fell. About a month later, his family was informed that he was missing, and two months later it was reported that Meyer had fallen, but his place of burial in enemy territory was unknown. Six months later his body was discovered. It was a period of anxiety and dread for his famil. Meir was brought to eternal rest in the cemetery at Kibbutz Gal-On. Survived by his parents, sister and brothers. After his fall, he was promoted to First Sergeant. Kibbutz Gal-On published a pamphlet in memory of Meir, in which members say about his character and way of life.
