Esther’s son (Einh Malkam) and wear. He was born on 31.3.1980 in the village of Balabucha in Ethiopia. A brother to eleven brothers and sisters. Elmo (Amir) was the third child in the family. He was born after two daughters, to the great joy of his parents. Elmo was a charming child and loved by everyone, happy, smiling, who from an early age loved to help. His father worked alone in agriculture in the woods and shepherds until Elmo grew up and helped him support the family. Elmo kept cattle and sheep, and was a talented and sensitive shepherd. Once one of the children left the herd and was eaten by a wolf, which greatly distressed Elmo and made him cry. This event was engraved in his memory and later he told his younger brothers about it. The family immigrated to Israel in 1991 and at the end of a two and a half year absorption process, they settled in the city of Ashkelon and studied at the Uziel Elementary School in the city. Of the “Neve Herzog” Yeshiva in Nir Galim, where he excelled in his studies and sports, and during his free time he liked to listen to music and to play football Before joining the army, he studied at the “Moreshet Yaakov” Yeshivah in Rehovot on December 14, 1999, And was appointed as a combat soldier in the “Shaham” battalion of the Nahal brigade. He loved the army and the way he chose the Nahal as a fighter, loved the country and was proud to protect its residents, his friends telling of his kindness, his hand reaching out to him for help in difficult situations and his joy of life. His brother, Michael, wrote to him: “When you came back from the army we (Jacob, you and I) were connecting the two beds and the three of us We slept in this bed, even though there was one empty bed where no one slept. But we loved you and slept with you, and you were like an angel to us. You would sleep in the middle and I and Jacob would sleep on both sides of you and we would choke you with love. We would ask you to tell us stories from the army, and you would tell us wonderful stories that only you can tell. You would tell us everything that happened to you, for better or for worse. “Even his commanders knew and understood the special qualities of those who appeared to be” clowns “and cynics, but even if he appeared to be the most disciplined soldier, Amir had the willpower and generosity and selflessness On Thursday, while traveling with his friends at the Delilah beach in Ashkelon, his friend’s little sister suddenly began to drift away, and Elmo bravely jumped into the stormy seas with his friend to save the girl from drowning, without To think that he was endangering his own life, the girl was beaten in peace, but in this action Elmo (Amir) found his death, and Elmo (Amir) Kinda fell during his service On 26 April 2001. He was twenty-one when he fell. He was laid to rest at the military cemetery in Ashkelon. Survived by his parents: Esther (Eiho) and Blya, six sisters – Malam-Limor, Dammensh, Aitulin, Wannana, Bat-El and Azmara-Chen, and five brothers – Jacob-Wobto, Efraim-Edbro, Daniel, Isaac and Adiel-Picado. After his death, Elmo (Amir) was promoted to the rank of sergeant. “I’m still in shock, sometimes I digest and sometimes I do not … I just think you’re in the army and come another week but I see you have not come in a month … sometimes I remember the stories you used to tell and I laugh alone. These stories-whether it’s the boarding school or the army-it was fun to hear you … You were the leader in the family,”Lieutenant Colonel Yehuda Fuchs, commander of the unit, wrote about Amir,” his commanders and friends tell of his constant smile and the special atmosphere that he placed on the department, especially in the difficult moments . The last action in Amir’s life was very courageous, and we are a symbol and a model, as human beings and as fighters. We will remember forever how Amir managed despite all the difficulties, to be a symbol and an example in his personal and professional behavior. “His classmates wrote in his memory:” Two bagged bags in the corner of the tent: Amir Kinda 1a. There is no one to win the equipment. Point the face to the sweat and the mud, the earth you ran on, the rocks that hopped between them jump like a deer in a drill, a squad, a squad … and the sea, the sea that gathered you into this silence that cut off the sly, cunning laughter that reverberated between us. Man, we did not know you nearly! You did not give us a chance, we could not … because it was funny … It does not suit you sad lines like that, it’s heavy on you, man! He does not see with his eyes, joking, because of the times, and he sneaks in with quick steps as if nothing has happened. Putting you in ‘situation two’ – it was just a joke! The whole department stops laughter up your throat when you were a writer: ‘One of the commander, two commander … five commander …’ It confuses us that you are not here. This makes the lighthearted and funny serious and painful. Lack of trust in this cheerfulness of life. But that’s you, Linda. And in moments of such seriousness, of responsibility, you jumped into the water. Because it’s just natural for you… “His friends from Company B parted from him by saying,” The young men teach us how to fight valiantly and how to courageously protect residents and citizens, and above all how to give our lives for our friends. But you did not have to teach anything, you are courageous and heroic and the heroism you took part in teaches you about your special personality. It made you jump into the water with one thought running through your head. You acted according to the heart and nothing else but your broad heart. That led you to do what you did. Today, when we look back, and everyone looks at the time when we had the honor of spending time with you, we easily understand what you did and what made you do it, and that’s your special character and the material from which you wink. A substance that may be of good nature, true friendship, a constant smile, willpower and unswerving devotion to purpose. Material from which only heroes are made! They say that everything was written by Heaven, so it seems that the God in whom you believed so much wanted you close to him, otherwise it is difficult to understand why the sky interrupted such a precious life, an invaluable life … salute you with appreciation and love. ” So dear! Three years … really unbelievable. This number frightens me in particular. In our tradition the number three is strong … With time I discover my longing. I begin to understand how much I miss you. What an irony: we do not recognize a person until he disappears. Suddenly all the things we thought were self-evident were no more. Everything you brought with you to the department: the different ‘head’, the different behavior, the different color, and especially the laughter, oh, the laughter Amir. Where in life would I ever hear another laugh like that ?! In the meantime, it only resonates in my head … I thank God for this week that we had together: two guys from the department, you and me. Basic reserves endlessly, a whole week. Was supposed to be a total loss. But he was so good, among the better memories of the army. We managed to talk. I finally got to know you more deeply and not just as the department clown. I talked too much and you helped me so much. And four days later, only four days, the gospel … a second ago we all talkedNight on our aspirations in life. Amir, we did not finish this conversation. You have not finished telling me about your plans for life, about how much you love teaching children. We have not talked about where you want to live, what names you want to give your children … Today I aspire to teach children, and only hope that my students will love me as your students went crazy on you. “
