Ben Galia and Haim. Born on April 30, 1976 at the Rothschild Hospital in Haifa, a young brother to Ilanit, Ilan was a very beautiful and comfortable baby, a baby who almost never cries and is always smiling and happy, a characteristic that has characterized him all his life. At the “Ein Hayam” school in Haifa, and at the end of his first year he moved to the “Magenim” school in Kiryat Haim, where he completed his high school and high school studies. In the “Hapoel” Haifa team from the age of nine to the age of 14. He was a handsome and handsome boy, loved to dance and hang out with friends, to watch And his eyes were blue and melted, his eyes blue, melted everyone’s heart, and he swept the people around him with his joy of life and laughter, Ilan gave everyone unlimited and unconditional love, his friend Tiran, He wrote about him: “Your blue eyes are waves of endless / tell how special you were (deep sea of nothing and everything hidden to you / outside you tried to be just a true friend / laugh, play, help, talk. To love life without limits. / A youthful innocence, a shameful look, blushing terribly when you were embarrassed / and the light shone simply from you, even when you did not know. “Ilan volunteered at the Ilan Association in the afternoon, and continued on his vacations as well. He adopted a lonely, old man, helped him with the little chores, made shopping for him, and walked with him. The need to help the environment and the family was the characteristic that characterized Ilan. Was not happy with Ilan when he could help a person around him. About three weeks before his enlistment in the IDF, he traveled with friends in Greece, where he was injured in a minor scooter accident, and during the recovery period – until his enlistment – he worked for a customs brokerage company in Haifa. “Ilan also enlisted in the IDF in late March 1995 and served in the Armored Corps reconnaissance company. During his military service, Ilan was injured in the leg, but this did not prevent him from trying to raise his profile again and return to the service as a combat soldier. He went to serve in the 769 unit and asked to be stationed at one of the outposts in Lebanon, and Ilan did everything possible to allow him to immigrate to Israel and fulfill his duties as the operations officer at the Beaufort, where he felt that he was contributing his full potential and found satisfaction in his work, He was always happy to replace a friend and fill another shift or to stay another week, and so the Beaufort outpost became his second home, and he dreamed that when peace with Lebanon could take place, it would be possible to stroll through the breathtaking scenery. On February 4, 1997, the helicopter disaster occurred when two Yasur helicopters collided over Moshav Shear One of the seventy-three soldiers who made their way to operational activity in Lebanon was killed, including Ilan, who died when he replaced a friend who was about to leave the job and help a new member enter the post. Ilan was promoted to the rank of Staff Sergeant. He left behind his parents, a sister, a brother-in-law and a nephew who did not get to know him – Snir. His commanders wrote that he fulfilled his duties out of a sense of commitment and a desire to contribute as much as possible. Was willing to help those around him at all times, showed leadership ability and was admired by his commanders and friends. In the letter of consolation to the family, the commander of the unit in which Ilan was serving wrote: “Despite problemsMedical Ilan insisted on serving in a forward post. Only there did he feel satisfaction in his work – an instructive example of real motivation and desire. Ilan was responsible, devoted, very professional. “After his fall, his friends wrote many songs about him:” Take Ilan, take the time, the army will wait for you, come to us and the family. ” “Come on, raise the flag with us … When you are in the army, your family is waiting, / And Lebanon, please do not go / Do not want you to get into trouble … Just know, in our neighborhood, you already have a high rank. “Your uncle, Moti, wrote:” The tree that was cut off in his youth / you were the pillar of fire / who went at the head of the camp / the tree – which turned into a burning bush – / And the fire could have / Ilan – That you have shrouded your goodness / all around you. “
