Ben Tamar and Peter. Liron was born on December 15, 1974, in Tel Aviv to his mother, and moved to Kibbutz Givat Hayim Ihud when he was three years old and Liron was adopted by Peter and became the brother of Eran, Benny and Doron. In his infancy, the doctor foresaw the future of a “gang leader.” Indeed, as a son of Sagittarius, Liron was a child of opposites, of extremes, a hyperactive child who had to investigate everything in depth and receive satisfactory explanations, Liron studied at the Misgav Elementary School in the kibbutz and at the Carmel Beach High School in Kibbutz Ma’agan Michael, but the school was “small on him,” as his brother put it, and he decided, Few, to stop his studies in the middle of the eleventh grade, after making sure that stopping his studies would not prevent him from being drafted into an elite unit. A friend from the kibbutz wrote about him: “I saw you as in the books / kicking and down in all the teachers, but I knew the golden heart that he loved so much … He loved the friendship as a sacred value. The homeland must be protected. ” Liron has worked in the Indian breeding industry since the eighth grade and after leaving school devoted himself to it until he was drafted. Although he stopped his studies, he became very involved and became the social coordinator of his classmates, who affectionately called him “Leroy.” Liron stood out in his writing skills, and at the age of ten he wrote stories and became a young reporter for Mishmar LeYeledim. When he was twelve years old, he followed his brother, Benny, to the kibbutz baseball team, where he was a member until he was drafted. In addition to sports, he had two great loves – reading and music. He read every book and loved to listen to a wide range of music. One of his kibbutz classmates wrote that “Liron was, first and foremost, a real one, and Liron wanted to feel everything to the end.” Liron was a devoted grandson of his grandmother, and he made sure to visit her and share her experiences at every opportunity. In a letter from the army, he wrote to her: “It is true that what is being said is that in the army (and especially in the Golani) all the religious, secular, new immigrants and everything in the country meet, Their origin, their faith and their views. ” His grandmother wrote about him: “You were a nonconformist child, the big ones did not always like it, but you went on your way and proved yourself … The more you piled up, the more you struggled to overcome them … You were a gifted child … You received friendship and good friendship between your friends in the children’s home and at school … “Before his enlistment, a love developed between him and Hagit, a kibbutz member. Liron was clear that he was going to be “the most combat possible.” When he joined the IDF in late March 1993, he volunteered to serve in the “Orev” unit of the Golani Brigade. Although he distanced himself from frameworks and did not like the military framework, he made sure to function within it. His friends in the army said that Liron was a soldier who could be trusted with his eyes closed. A person to whom one can turn with each problem and question. He provided solutions, and also demanded explanations for others’ solutions. Liron always tried to find the best way to do things, and if the people around him did not agree with him, he insisted that he was right, and even managed to explain himself and convince. He had a well-developed sense of criticism, and always took care of the small details. He always served as a liaison, a “mediator,” between his teammates and the staff of the commanders. His commanders saw him as a professional and outstanding fighter, who volunteered first for any mission, aspiring to achieve perfection. The commander of his team in the military sectThere are few soldiers who planted a sense of trust and inner integrity in you – those who do things with understanding and will, not out of fear or necessity. “At the first stages of the route, I knew that you would be a commander and hoped that you would be able to continue after me.” But Liron did not want to be a commander, and refused to go to officer. He preferred to be a guide and indeed, his last job was coaching a young team. On March 31, 1995, Liron fell in battle in Lebanon to defend the northern settlements. The team he joined ran into a terrorist squad in southern Lebanon. Liron got up to throw a grenade and a burst of gunfire was shot in the stomach. He died after about half an hour. Liron was not supposed to embark on this operation in Lebanon, but in his characteristic way insisted on it. He was laid to rest in the cemetery in his kibbutz, Givat Hayim Ihud. He was twenty years old when he fell. Survived by his parents, three brothers and a girlfriend. After his fall, Yaron was promoted to the rank of First Sergeant. In a condolence letter to the family, the unit commander wrote: “His seriousness, his cleverness, his sensitivity to the needs of others, made him an excellent commander admired by his soldiers. “Liron was courageous in his encounter with a terrorist squad at close range, when he rose from his place under fire to throw a grenade at the terrorists and thereby protect his subordinates.” This behavior is worthy of appreciation and appreciation and will serve as a role model for future company missions. His “boss” in the audition, Uzi Les, who accompanied him from eighth grade, wrote: “Liron is a real song, a lively melody that ended before it became a symphony … A talented child, a sharp thought, mature in his thoughts than in his behavior and body. I watched the growth of this flower, and suddenly it is a tree, the body is like a strong trunk, and the smile is like a delicate flower, and in the army Liron reached such wonderful maturity, harmony between a strong body and a healthy soul. “It pains me to lose a friend like you who knows how to laugh and can cry / it pains me to lose a brother like you who knows how to talk, to take an interest, to ask, / At the end of an arduous journey. / And it pains me to lose a father like you / Who knew how to put a hand, hug, and say ‘Small on you.’ ” His family published a pamphlet in his memory.
