Kormes, Shmuel

Son of-Zion and Friedel. Born on December 16, 1948, in Givat Brenner, he studied at the kibbutz elementary school and continued at the school there. He worked hard on his studies, but his achievements at school were not easy for him, and he acquired them with hard work and stubbornness. He was a dedicated and loving son to his parents and family. He loved animals and cared for them, not out of duty, but because he was gentle-minded and affectionate to every person and every animal. He would admire his pigeons and his fish, their world and their way of life. These feelings stemmed from his love for the weak in need of help, such as the little bird and the limping dog. He loved nature and marveled at the “miracles” occurring in nature, tranquility and tranquility in nature and its beauty. He was also able to cultivate bad relations with his classmates (just as he did with his subordinates and colleagues in the army). Of all his classmates he had the ability to express his feelings and all his classmates loved him for his kindness, tolerance and willingness to hear and help everyone. He was a pacifist and had never been embroiled in quarrels. He did not shout or be irritated, but he could stand his own, independent opinion. He was not one of the “stubborn” rebels, and he understood and was prepared to accept authority. Shmuel was conscripted into the IDF in early November 1967 and assigned to the Armored Corps, leaving the army out of a desire to fulfill his duty as a citizen of the state and as a son of his people. He was not pretentious and contented himself with little, so he did not want to engage in challenges that seemed more difficult than his abilities, and always claimed that he knew himself, as in school, the army was modest and timid. During vacations he did not talk about his actions in the army, but liked to discuss matters that were at his highest level And he wanted to return to his home to live his life in a better world, but that was not the case. On January 22, 1970, he fell in an enemy bombardment near the Suez Canal and was put to rest at the cemetery in Givat Brenner. “In a letter of condolence to his parents:” Shmuel recently completed a course in mortar rounds and graduated cum laude, so that he arrived as a noncom to the current company two weeks before the descent to the canal line. “The commander states in his letter that two days before Shmuel died he visited the stronghold where he was. His soldiers, the mortar, the morale of the soldiers under his command. As usual, he was full of optimism. He was always cheerful, loved to sing. His friends say he once dreamed of a military band. The soldiers and commanders loved him, for he used to say to them: ‘Be friendly and decent.’ He would passionately tell of his home, the kibbutz he loved, and his family. The single shell of a mortar, the very tool he loved so much and so devotedly, was the one that hit him directly when he stood guard at the nocturnal battle position. “The commander finished his letter with the words:” Be strong! “In that same tone the company commander “I met Shmuel for the first time about eight months ago, when he arrived at a training company that I had visited.” The commander says that when he came to the interview he asked to be transferred to an operational company, and about half an hour later the commander tried to convince him to remain in the company. The commander continues: “Shmuel was recognized in the company as an outstanding fighter and as a wonderful friend. There was nothing he did not do in his own way. There was not one evening without Shmuel and his guitar. – Parents, you have lost a son. To you, friends, a good and precious bad slave. I lost a commander and a fighter and a good friend. “In” Thirty “for his downfall, Kibbutz Givat Brenner published a pamphlet in his name and in his memory, and a booklet was published.