Lior Yonatan was born on July 19, 1952 and fell on Yom Kippur, October 6, 1973, during the first hours of the war, commanding a tank division in the northern sector of the Suez Canal. Barely in the turret, he commanded his platoon quietly, bravely, calmly, and a burst of machine-gun pierced his throat after two hours of fighting in the swamps of the Suez. A thin, gentle, soft, stubborn child, knows. There was no journey he took no part in. He crossed the Sea of Galilee, crossed the desert, in the rain and in the rain. Climbed the ridges and photographed sunsets and sunsets. So many saw those eyes, the green walls, the innocence. He could never remember the color of his own clothes, but he noticed the most subtle shades of nature. At a later age, Lior studied the hands of the clock. His sensitive, time hands would circle the world according to the seasons; Winter rains, autumn clouds, spring winds, summer storms. Things that interested him studied steadily, he would delve into and think about them with all his might; In matters that did not interest him, he did not bother. He was inclined to accept all sorts of unconventional and imaginary ideas. In his rich imagination, Mini had subjects of parapsychology, hypnosis, space science, etc. He was usually quiet, a bit shy and introverted. But in a small group he would suddenly shine and then it was wonderful to hear him. He loved music and was able to sit for hours on tape or a record player and listen to the works and songs he loved. He kept the words to himself. There was something sad about him that he did not want to give others a part of. The same mournful sadness he left in the dark office of the camera, in the dozens of photographs he left. When he enlisted in the army, it was clear to him that he was a combat soldier and thus reached the Armored Corps, where he completed the usual stages of promotion: basic training, a tank commander course, and an officer’s course. At the end of the course, he was sent to instructional positions, but his desire was to move to serve in the front line as commander of the tank division. And indeed, when he achieved this request, shortly before the outbreak of the war, he seemed Simcha. His subordinates and his companions were bound to him and loved him with all his Lev. They saw him as an exemplary commander, demanding first and foremost himself, willing to help and help everyone. He takes care of his subordinates and understands their spirit. They testify that they hesitated to ask him for anything, because they knew that he would always answer their request. He was willing to help with everything, to switch places on vacation, on duty. When the war broke out he was sent with his platoon to help one of the strongholds under attack. An officer in the turret led his platoon under Egyptian artillery fire until he encountered an Egyptian infantry unit, and Lior was not one of the protagonists, and his voice was heard only when he responded to the orders. , And called on his platoon to storm the enemy. While the battle management was injured and evacuated. By 6 October he was no longer alive. Where he was born and raised, at Kibbutz Sarid, was brought to eternal rest. Released a photo album of Lior “Zohar the sun” accompanied by a selection of songs.
