Living, Tiran

Ben Leah and Sami. He was born on 26.1.1973 at Meir Hospital in Kfar Saba. The eldest son of his parents, and his mother chose to name him after the Straits of Tiran. Tiran grew up in a warm, loving and humble home. Was a comfortable baby, fun to raise, and when he grew up he became a shy boy who respected the grown-ups around him. Tiran was warm and family, loved children and was very attached to his brother. With his brother Oren, who was almost three years younger, he had a special relationship. They shared a common language and shared experiences. After his second brother, Alon, was born, Tiran also wanted a sister, and when his sister Ortal was born, he treated her with great love. From his first salary he bought her a present, and at every opportunity spoiled her with small gifts. Tiran grew up, grew up and was educated in Herzliya. He began his studies at the Weizmann School, continued in the junior high school “Shmuel Hanagid” and graduated from the ORT high school in the electricity track. During his high school studies he chose to educate a child in the framework of his personal commitment, and developed a warm and loving relationship with him. After completing his studies, he worked for a short time with his father in the building materials company. Tiran dreamed of serving in the Golani Brigade in the wake of his uncle, his mother’s brother, who served in the brigade. He collected much material about the brigade and was greatly influenced by a notebook that went out in memory of the fallen soldiers after the Yom Kippur War. However, when he joined the IDF in mid-September 1991 he was assigned to the Border Police, but at first he tried to move to Golani, but eventually he accepted reality and acquired good friends at the base where he served. And on Saturdays, when he arrived on vacation, he loved to spend time with family members, who were most important to him and often had conversations with his aunt Shoshi, his mother’s sister. He was brought to eternal rest in the military cemetery in Herzliya, leaving behind his parents, two brothers and a sister, and his family purchased Torah scrolls in his memory. Baran prepared a cabinet for the library that was set up at the base of the Border Police, and a wooden plaque was placed on top of the coffin, which read: “Tiran is loved and only twenty years old. “My God, my God!” His aunt, Mali, wrote: “The fruit of my belly, my first child, / God took him to the deposit.” And in another song: The first son, / no glow / no moon / no / shining star. “