Lachaziel, Benny (Benjamin)
Son of Shantal and Eli. He was born on the 11th of Tishrei 5742 (11.10.1981) in Ashkelon. Brother to Etti, Mazal and Kobi. My son, a beautiful and smiling baby, grew up and became a gifted child. He began his studies at the Dekel Elementary School in Ashkelon, continued to Ort Afridar Ronson High School in the city, and graduated with honors. My son loved to spend time with his family. He was meticulous in his observance of father and mother and gave warmth and comfort to his sisters and younger brother. His passion for sport was played in tennis and soccer and was a fan of Maccabi Tel Aviv football team. As a boy, he danced in the “Hora Ashkelon” band. My son was a man full of joie de vivre and always surrounded by friends. He liked to laugh, to hang out, to listen to music and go to the beach. His favorite dish was Bamba and his trademark: a broad smile. Everyone knew: When my son is around, there are those who take care to raise their morale and to “become happy.” In March 2000 he enlisted in the IDF as a combat soldier in the “Shaked” battalion, in the auxiliary company, in the “Quintet” patrol unit, which he dreamed of coming to. “My son was proud of his position and wanted to contribute as much as he could, always volunteering for every mission and operational activity, despite the risks and difficulties,” said his commander, Lt. Col. Erez. “His commanders and friends loved him very much and appreciated his work, and as a model soldier, smiling and modest, my son was a role model.” During his service he was promoted to sergeant. On the 20th of Cheshvan 5762 (October 20, 2001), my son fell during his service a few days after he was 20. He was killed in a road accident at the northern entrance to Ashkelon after returning from a party with his friends who celebrated his birthday. In Ashkelon he left behind his parents, two sisters and a brother, and on the eve of his son’s death a memorial evening was held in which he remembered his sister Mazal: “My son, I have no words to describe how much I miss you. You left me empty space. I know how much you loved to be at Givati and how proud Father was of you … I remember the happy look on your face when we came to visit, and the sad look when we left. I want to promise you something: I’ll go to Givati and continue on your way. I know you’ll protect me from above, and you’ll be as proud of me as I am of you. “My son was intelligent, capable and willing to please everyone and especially his parents,” Shosh, my son’s high school teacher, wrote: “A gentle and smiling boy who complimented me and all those around him. It is perfectly clear to me that if he had not cut off a young and beautiful life like his, he would have had a rosy future, because he was motivated and sympathetic to the environment. These two qualities would undoubtedly lead him to great success … A boy like my son, who is missing down here, can only be a good angel upstairs. “Sheriff recorded the song ‘How did you walk my son’, written by Arlette Safdie according to a popular Turkish melody:” A sea of stars / in a sad sky / Crying for you / It’s hard without you / A flower that was snatched away / You were like a brother / Suddenly in a night / You’re up there / You’re missing me / What about you, tell me / The tears tell me how hard it is for me / So in the silence … / Mom waiting / Every minute / The door will open / In her heart she prays / I do not have any words anymore / Because you are up there / Laughing to us / But without us. “To my memory a website was established http://end.at / beni.
