Manor, Tel

Son of Lathy and Dan. Born on Saturday, June 15, 1985 in Rishon Letzion, a younger brother to Yariv and Amit. With his birth, the family joined another amazing smile, pleasantness and warmth. Tal was a sturdy child and knew no illnesses, and in some ways he also missed the diseases of childhood, such as soil and return. His strength was expressed both in the playfulness of a child, and in a healthy mind to see and understand reality. There was no doubt that his two older brothers had helped him by doing so. As early as his childhood, Tal had excelled in sharpness and sharpness in his tongue. His friends and family friends enjoyed their ‘winnings’ in response to the language that burst out of his mouth and the sense of humor that responded to his elders. And so Tal grew up in the lap of a loving and supportive family, whose family and warmth were felt by everyone who visited their home. After graduating from first grade at the Itamar school in Ramat Eliyahu, he moved to live with his family in the Kiryat Ganim neighborhood of Rishon Letzion, and there, in the neighborhood school, he completed his studies in junior high and high school. With pride and joy, Tal celebrated his Bar Mitzvah at Hirbat Duran, where he was warmly and warmly praised by his entire family and friends, and his legs moved and danced nonstop. It was his old habit, his legs were not restful and every sound and melody played them, and he found a singer even in the hum of a car. That year the family traveled to Europe for the great event of the youngest son. Tal, too, had proved his skills and endurance, and the roller-skating rattle of the mountains made him laugh when he saw his father spinning in the first round. Tal grew up and became a boy, a loving and affectionate friend of his mother, a friend of Ehud and a lover of his father Dan, a friend of conversations and activities on his computer to his brother Yariv and Amit, and a friend of secret secrets to Nimrod. When he was only 15 years old, he wanted to continue the family tradition and take a diving course, just like his brother and father. A year later he had a diving certificate (two stars). The family went south to Eilat to realize the family dive, and in that premiere, the first dive, it was the father who was pressured that something might happen to his “little” son. Tal calmed the father, told him to lie down, and explained how to breathe. The roles changed. “Father, you breathe like an elephant, and I still have half an air tank left.” In that matter, he displayed uncompromising responsibility, driving, or whatever he did. His parents were proud of him, both in making his decisions out of discretion, and in his willingness to make it permanent. Tal was the happiest man, his gentle and noble face expressed infinite joy, his eyes glistening with happy youth. Reality brought Tal a beautiful life. No wonder, therefore, that his love for the Land of Israel increased over the years, since his parents’ home was filled with love of the Land of Israel, its wonderful sites and beautiful songs. His family took part in every walk along the length and breadth of the country, including popular marches in the framework of the parents’ workplace. Life would be in Tal’s eyes, and it was not surprising to the beholder that he grew up with values ​​he had acquired from his parents’ home. Who fell next to him – reached out his hand, and if Tal met a friend and his face fell, he gave him help until his face returned to smiling. The joy of life was inherent in him. The humor was his lot, and if you tossed a funny word in his face, Tal gave you ten times more amusing sayings. He had lived the social life in all his limbs, loved his friends and they loved him, and before he joined the army, he worked in the computer unit of the Sheba Medical Center at Tel Hashomer and in the “Hay Kef” snack bar in Rishon Letzion. In all that he did, he received praise from his superiors and with their full trust. In November 2003, Tal enlisted in the IDF and, triumphantly, said that he joined the Duchifat Battalion, the unit where his older brother Yariv servedAnd Hu made the route on a whim to the battalion, and even wanted to be a Negev. His parents accompanied him throughout his military service and his father, a major in the reserves, was aware of all the accompaniment of the soldier during basic training, followed by advanced training. If he had not been alerted by his father’s alertness, it would have been possible to cut off two fingers, and the army certainly added a little bit of maturity to it, and it had its own internal tension, a product of sensitivity to others, friendship to its members in the unit, and psychic powers to contribute and help. He was special to the young man, like a young tree, full of mischief and determination, which burst into adulthood as well Nunn in. If you have trouble, ran with it and turned it into a passing episode, that his soul wanted to know and innovate every day, and he kept his mind on the melody string revitalized.’ve boot camp marked TEL as intended as commanders in the future, while advanced training was summoned to join the squad commanders’ course. Like any other boy, Tal consulted with his parents. On the one hand, he knew that his father loved the army and would continue to serve in the reserves as long as he had the strength. On the other hand, he heard his mother saying, “What is not right for you is not done.” On the eve of Rosh Hashana, his family prepared to visit the young soldier in the family base. Tal stopped them saying “the area is hostile, the vehicle is not protected,” and asked to avoid a visit. On the morning of Friday, September 17, 2004, Tal was found in the guard post, shot in the head, perhaps by fatigue, the confusion of a soldier in guard duty, thoughts and fears about going to a squad commanders’ course and perhaps playing ball and rifle. Corporal Tal Manor was laid to rest at the military cemetery in Rishon Letzion and is nineteen years old, leaving behind his parents and two brothers. The hidden, and the willingness to give, not in order to receive … In a graceful, captivating way, a baby, a child, a boy and a cute young man grew up and grew up … in a miraculous way that was within reach, and suddenly disappeared and ceased to exist. Tal was established on his website: http://tal-manor.ad-olam.co.il His friends and admirers are invited to visit the site, read, see pictures from his life and hear things. “Tal, the first time I met you was in a company conversation when you were absorbed in the battalion, after a long period in the hospital, where you underwent basic training and advanced training. When you arrived at the battalion, I received the names of the soldiers in the company from the commanders, and of course your name appeared on the list as one of the best soldiers in the company, highly motivated and capable. The first period in basic training and advanced training you did very well, showing high motivation. The commanders also defined you as an excellent combat soldier, who in the future is expected to be a commander in the battalion. You turned to your platoon commander and asked to be a Negev, one of the most difficult commanders in the department, who require high standards of fitness, responsibility and professionalism. The Negevite must be a warrior who is trusted by him, because when he encounters he must give the fire and cover his comrades. I was very smiling, responsible, very professional in your command and you always knew how to answer and give the right answer. I have held command positions in the department – like a squad commander, and recently took part in operational activities in the Ramallah area and foiled terrorist attacks, including the transfer of significant weapons. In the past two weeks, I asked the company commander to choose three names of fighters suitable for a squad commanders’ course without much deliberationChoose you as one of those fighters. All these and more indicate the background you came from and the education you received from your parents and family. On Friday morning, you went to a defense post on the settlement of Beit El, which is called David’s position and was supposed to finish the guard duty at 8 AM, after you had completed activities at the court roadblock at the entrance to Ramallah. “Yariv, Tal’s brother, writes: I always thought that you would be free, have some life abroad, start working on computers like us and have a life together … shake, if you could see how many people came to say good-bye to you.I was at your school today, It ‘s amazing to see how many people loved you and knew you, I’ve heard stories about you, and I could not believe it, just an amazing child, I remember all the experiences we’ve had, It’s hard for me to accept that the only thing we have left of you is the pictures, I look at them all day and remember this child, who is filled with joy of life, always surrounded by friends and always happy. I look at our wedding tape from a year ago, see you dance madly and just be happy, take the microphone and decide to be the host of the evening … and last thing … on your last exit we went to play pool together, lost, and big, but it was fun life. When we spoke a week ago you told me, ‘Wait a minute, at the next exit I will inaugurate you.’ I’m still waiting … “Amit says,” … that’s not how I wanted you to end your life, a life I often envied. We were all born equal but you had that special something that separated you from the rest. I have always loved to learn from you, you are a wise man who teaches and loves to learn. I remember that from a young age I was interested in computers and always approached me first with every question or explanation you wanted to receive and I wondered if one day you would approach this field. I will never know … The days are days of forgiveness and I never asked you for forgiveness, so if I ever hurt you in a direct or indirect way, I regret it from the bottom of my heart and hope that your forgiveness will be given to me. Judaism says that the eve of Rosh Hashana is the day when the fate of a person will be determined next year, so it seems that your fate was sealed in advance. 19 years, 3 months and 2 days is the time we have to enjoy your personality, your heart and your body. “Tal, dear friends, we all stand here in front of you and want to ask one question – why? We miss you, your smile, your eyes, the aura of light that would come out of you when we saw you … Tell you, Tal, we learned a lot from you and you from us. .. Tal, just know that we love you in every situation and never forget you that you were our friend, our brother, some of us. You were on our side in every situation, for better or for worse, and even if you’re not here you’re up there guarding us and worrying about us, Tal will tell you we’re taking care of you down here and sure you’re in the best place possible. Tal, we promise you that we will remember from you the good moments, the pictures that do not come out of our minds, everything we did together. And there are many. “The voice of the door has awakened reality, the reality to which we are drawn / without choice and without any prior notice.” The soldiers stand in the doorway with the news, The gospel that can not be answered, the gospel in our stomach / deep pit, and the infinite and infinite voidOrna Rothschild, who was Tal’s educator, eulogized him: “Dear Tal, we will never forget you, I had the privilege of being your educator in the last two years of high school. I knew a charming, captivating boy, a funny boy. You always laughed, you laughed at life, you laughed at your studies, you laughed with me and me. At every lesson you gave the sign that you had not fallen asleep yet-your nasal dribbling accompanied me through classes, and you always wanted to give me paper towels to wipe the board-I knew there was someone to trust. But on the side of the laughter was seriousness, credibility and friendship. Always with friends, always at the center of things. “Dan, Tal’s father, writes to him, three months after his fall:” … Tal, I went back to my daily routine, and did not return. A world of other lives stood beside me. I am an actor on the stage of life and play the game of life. And once again I went to reserve duty, but this time I took you with me, and like a little boy I held your hand and led you wherever I was. With one hand I held a rifle and with the other pressed my hand to my heart. Even at night, when it was cool, I covered you with my blanket and fell asleep together. At work everything is fine, you know every corner of my work, every room, every computer. But all of a sudden the sights here get foggy, and everything threatens and shifts. How do you make dark shades? I have not learned yet. And I see pictures of your childhood, pictures lit with wonderful light, the light of holidays. You know me Tal, I’m in my distress looking for support in movement and action – so I run Moving and doing and even writing to you now. I swallow the stutter from the written words, because longing ‘kills’ me. Kisses, Dad. “