Son of Ruthie and Abraham. He was born on the 11th of Cheshvan 5747 (11.11.1986) in Netanya, a brother to Hagit and Dikla, and was born after two daughters, the youngest of whom was six years older than him, and his sisters kissed him and hugged him Rafi was a very courteous, smiling, good-natured, pleasant-tempered boy who never complained about anything: in grades 1-2 he attended the Itamar school in Netanya, then went on to third and sixth grades at school “Tapuz” in Pardesiya, and the teachers appreciated him because he was a very honest student, he respected his teachers and was never insolent, and in fact, when he spoke to the teachers, he looked down. Dror was the “Dror” at the “Dror” junction, and Rafi grew up at a height of six feet and was blond, with blue eyes, a punctual boy with inner integrity, joy and modesty, and thanks to all of his beauty and inner beauty, many friends gathered around him. Rafi knew how to connect the circles of his friends he had known under different circumstances, and he joined them and was the leader of the group. . Rafi was a soccer addict, a fan of the Betar Jerusalem team and as a loyal fan he never missed a game, and he personally practiced soccer with coach Haim Levine, the goalkeeper of the Israeli national team, and played soccer in Hapoel Pardesiya, Ramat Hasharon, And at the age of seventeen he was a player in Ramat Hasharon’s senior league, and every season he won trophies in soccer competitions. He was recruited on February 6, 2006, and served as a soldier in the General Staff of the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (IAA), and as a professional footballer he was assigned to serve in the Ordnance Corps, but decided to be a combat soldier in the Golani Brigade. In the prison for refusal to leave for a course in the Ordnance Corps, he asked for a stay of service and waited at home until his re-enlistment to the Golani Brigade … Lt. Col. Lt. Mansfeld of Battalion 13 of the Golani Brigade wrote to the Kisos family: “In my first acquaintance, Stands a soldier with great motivation to serve in the army in general and in Golani in particular. A very serious guy, but also a little silly, a football patient, wants to contribute a lot of himself, and in short, a real Golanchik! But of all the things we talked about in the most important conversation, Rafi had to be a Negev! I understood that I was dealing with ‘poisoned’ as they say here. We started basic training in November 2006. There were very difficult physical and mental training. The harsh winter did not help much, and in the area under the Ranger tents it was cold and wet. Rafi knows new friends, slowly adapting to the difficulties in the army and training become brothers. At the request, Rafi accepted the Negev as a military commander … The Negev is a machine gun that produces a lot of fire and at a very fast pace … Perhaps the most important weapon on the battlefield. Since the weight of the weapon and ammunition is great and because the Negevite must always be the first one so that no one interferes with him, he must be connected to the rhythm of fighting and the continuity of the leaps and bounds. I have not seen such motivation for two years as a commander in the army, and I have not commanded anyone who ran and crawled with this machine gun like Rafi. At the end of every exercise, Rafi had to remind me: ‘The platoon commander, you do not understand how happy I amLet me be a Negev! ‘ Or “the platoon commander, you know you’ve made me a dream!” While he is still in the process, Rafi’s injury from soccer days worsens, and he bites his lips and despite the many pains he continues to be one of the leaders in the ward and pulls his friends behind him on a stretcher, always first with a raised head. Only when the pain becomes unbearable does Rafi stop training and we understand the doctors’ findings that Rafi will not be able to continue his path as a fighter in the Golani Brigade. “I am very disappointed and I understand that the Golani Brigade lost one I remember Rafi during this period, and this is the best The first time I remember him without his playful smile on his face, he was very disappointed: At the beginning of the advanced training, during a week of fighting in a built-up area, Rafi leaves the department after months of exhausting training – four months in which he proved to be an excellent guy with a desire I was very pleased to be Rafi’s commander, even though it was a relatively short period of time. ” Rafi served in Golani for half a year, until he suffered a knee injury at the soccer field and he was forced to leave the Golani Brigade and give up his ambition. He was transferred to the Signal Corps and waited for the operation on foot, which he did not get through. Rafi remained a loyal fan of his favorite football team Betar Jerusalem and did not lose a single game, and in the office where Razzeleh served the team’s flags, he loved life like his peers, parties and entertainment were a central part of his life, To sit with his friends in the unit, and in the conversations he mentioned his family and friends: “Rafi … Your absence is so noticeable among your friends and commanders, as soon as you arrived, you were loved by everyone. Your sense of humor made us smile and laugh often. You were very responsible and dedicated to your work, and sometimes you took short breaks and returned to the office to complete the tasks. You have been very motivated and have followed every task that has been assigned to you in the best possible way. You came to us from Golani because of an injury, and at first it was difficult for you to adapt to the fact that you are a combat supporter and not a first-rate fighter. You did not know how you would manage with all the paperwork, the forms, and the telephones associated with the adjutant. Despite your fears, you did it in the best possible manner … “Private Raphael Iesus fell during his service on October 9, 2007. He was twenty-one years old when he fell, and was brought to rest in the military cemetery in Netanya. After him parents and two sisters, his aunt Iris Blumenfeld wrote in his memory: “A white and illuminating face, / a mischievous and mischievous smile, / a curious and naive gaze, / eyes like two pure waterfalls the color of the sky on a sunny sunny day. And the nights of thirty, we find it hard and too painful to understand the size of the vacuum that is created when you leave, / thirty days in which the tears sting and choke our throats and ask the same breath Why? Why? / And how do you separate from such a beautiful young flower? / Which are all tubers and thin stalks that does not experience any rain, uprooted in the bud / before its roots adapted to the soil. “The sadness that left us in silence returns and penetrates our souls every morning announcing our departure … // Remember the smile, / Remember the look / / We will remember you as a youth forever.” Two years after his brother’s death, Jonathan.
