Benny Vicky and Gershon. Born on July 26, 1982 in Kiryat Haim, a brother of Shoshi and Moshe, Kobi attended primary school and high school in Kiryat Haim until ninth grade, and since childhood Kobi was forced to cope with physical limitations and learning disabilities that limited his activity In his eighth grade, Kobi fought in the establishment and, contrary to his teachers, insisted on studying for a full matriculation certificate, Kobi learned and succeeded, proving to himself and others That there is nothing that stands before the will, and there is no limit that can not be overcome “Kobi concluded his studies with great success,” in a real struggle against his learning disabilities and in dealing with the truth, perseverance and endless diligence that led to his success. “She went on to say that Kobi” He excelled in his kindness, in helping others, in personal responsibility, and with gentleness. He loved to surprise his relatives on their birthdays and did not forget to bring flowers every Friday, and as a young man he took care of his brother, Moshe, with whom he spoke frequently, to take an interest in his visit and to cover up with him Whenever he could, he visited his older sister, Shoshi, with whom he had a very close relationship, and was always happy to help her with the care and care of her toddler daughter. He loved to celebrate holidays and events with his family, filled all his circles came Kobi, who aspired to independence from an early age, made sure to support himself while he was still in the school, and took advantage of every vacation to work, in order to help the house as much as possible. He traveled to Paris with his sister, his brother and his mother, and he traveled to Paris with his sister, brother and mother. Kobi loved to listen to music, spend time with friends and ride a bicycle. He enlisted in the IDF, and in December 2001 he enlisted in the IDF, and despite his difficulties, he completed his basic training with honors, and was appointed as a security guard in an installation that he did not accept despite the tempting and convenient conditions Koby began a struggle to replace a position, and finally was assigned to the liaison and coordination unit with the Palestinians. Even though he has not undergone proper training. His commanders estimated that Kobi would learn the secrets of the unique work in the field, and so it was. His work required knowledge of the Arabic language, to communicate on a personal and daily level with the Palestinians, and to solve urgent problems. Kobi, who received this position without any training, succeeded in his role thanks to a tremendous willpower to learn and know as much as possible. He took advantage of every moment to learn the Arabic language, to learn the problems and to know the unique work. His friends say that even in his free time he used to join additional shifts to gain experience and knowledge. Despite the short time he served, he was assessed by his commanders as an outstanding soldier with great potential for high and rapid advancement. Three months after his induction, bOn March 30, 2002, Kobi fell in the line of duty and he is twenty years old. Kobi was laid to rest in the military section of the Tzur Shalom cemetery. Survived by his parents, brother and sister. Viki, Kobi’s mother, tells of a composition written by her son when he was in eighth grade. “The soldiers left their homes in the cold for operational activity in Lebanon, and the mothers and fathers waited with a broken heart for the return of their loved ones, but they knew that the tears and bitterness would not bring their sons back. , And the mothers fell on the cold bodies, wanted to warm them, but all the warmth and love did not help them return life to their loved ones, and sadly and sadly they returned to their homes to cry for the death of the sons. ” His mother writes: “Dedication to Kobi! My beloved Kobi, the jewel in my crown, your captivating smile, the sparkle of your face, the gleam of your eye in the moments of victory and success, please mark my way in the dark abyss where I was imprisoned. Touch … touch … touch … “
