Ben Sima (Simcha) and Ephraim. He was born on December 10, 1980 in Lod. Brother to Michelle, Avi and Meir. Ronny grew up in a traditional, loving and warm home in the Chabad neighborhood of Lod, where he attended the religious elementary school “Chabad of Rasko” and went on to the religious high school “Shakdiel” Lod “), where he completed his studies in the field of computerized mechanics and was a diligent student, beloved and accepted by his friends and teachers, and was evident in his wisdom and talent. In addition to his great brother, Roni helped the grandmothers, and together with his older brother, he raised the brothers Because the parents worked long hours outside the house, and all four brothers lived in harmony, unity, and love, supporting each other and helping each other, helping them to provide them with a hot lunch and filling their needs when the parents were away. The young man Maor took a project and gave him special attention, where he spent most of his time and spent time with him on walks, dancing and various activities, and was aware of the family’s financial difficulties. To finance for himself the things he wanted. In the evenings he worked as a waiter, and from the end of his twelfth grade until his enlistment he worked at the Israel Airports Authority, returning carriages of passengers from the parking lots to the plaza and landings at the airport, and when he received his salary he happily shared it with his brother. He was a prominent figure among his friends, always standing at the center of things, and his home was a magnet to which everyone would come, laughing, Roni was full of joy, loved to laugh and laugh, and loved to dance and have fun In his youth, Roni was active in the Hanoar Haoved Vehalomed movement in the local branch, and he loved the country, and at every opportunity he was interested in it. He went to walk among his paths, he had great love for music and he played the organ and the guitar Roni aspired to serve as a combat soldier in an elite unit and prepared himself for this purpose, And worked to improve his physical fitness. He successfully completed the formation of the reconnaissance units, and upon his enlistment, on 19.11.1998, he began his training as a fighter. In the three months he served in the Paratroopers Brigade, he left his mark as a true friend who can spur his friends and create a pleasant atmosphere. On February 17, 1999, Roni was sent from his base in the Lower Galilee to his home, after complaining of high fever and headaches. As he stood at the station next to the base he suddenly collapsed and lost consciousness. The rescue forces were not forthcoming, and the attempts by the civilians who witnessed the play to save him failed. Roni died shortly, and he is only nineteen. He was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Lod, leaving behind his parents and three brothers, shocked and hurt. Captain Tomer Bohadana, commander of the company, told him, on behalf of the company commanders and soldiers: “Roni’s great dream was to reach the paratroopers, and of course he did.Who do not meet every day. He was a ‘cannon’ in every way. At first he was a bit ‘open’, so he was the most gloomy guy in the ward. There would not have been a day when Ronny was not Kidder, and if you think it’s a move you’re wrong! He soon realized that he had reached the army, and soon tried to enter the framework. … Since Ronny arrived, he wanted the ‘Negev’ rifle. He just dreamed of it. Although Ronnie won it, he did not have time to shoot him. A Negevist does not choose just that, a Negev person needs to be a person who is trusted by the commanders, who trust him, a guy with a good driving ability. And Ronny would carry on like a panther. He never showed his suffering, he did not complain about any journey and potter, and he would say at the end, ‘Be great, not weak.’ So if the Negev came to someone, it was only for him. There were times when we would go into the bushes and smoke and talk nonsense. We tried to get to know each other better. So, every evening in the morning, we would pass the time, smoking or talking about discos, girls, cars, music, and we would mention the Sinai a lot, and we always said that as soon as we were finished we would go to Sinai for at least two weeks. When we were talking, how we did, we broke up snacks that the parents had sent in. Toward the end of basic training, Ronny went home, we saw his face for the last time, we said good-bye, and we never saw him again. Roni, but when we remember you, we gather strength and continue, because a Parked know that what you were telling us to do. So you know we’re finished now proudly track, which you included in it. Love and remember. ” “You were so small / I did not know you would be so bitter / You went to a place so far / I could hardly see you / You would come once every two weeks / And there were times when you were I came to you every two months, but I had great hope that you would show up next weekend. You called me and said, ‘I’m coming’ / Those words are engraved in my soul / I was looking forward to you. I have the unfortunate message that you are no longer between life / You are upstairs with God / And now I am lonely / Looking at your pictures / You were alive / But now And you are buried there under the stones / And you are up there with all the relatives / How can I live without you / Without feeling your caresses / Your embraces and kisses / So be peace Roni / Be peace my soldier / Because you will remember deep in my soul. “Roni, who would have believed, only walked yesterday between us, and now we are talking about you in the past, this is not reasonable, your smile is still with us, and laughter is still echoing in our ears, waiting for the moment when she will appear and say ‘ ‘Just for the moment you pick up the gurney and pull the guys in. Only you at this moment can and can take us out with the venerable smile that says in the most difficult moments – guys. ” I’m alive but something inside me is dead Every day that passes you are missing more, your smile, the special look, a look that will not come back. We are not forgotten, and every memory of you is accompanied by grief and deep longing, leaving us and leaving friends and friends who love and miss, especially a family, a loving family, a special family.Beautiful days together. A friend, we will never forget you, always be with us. “On the first anniversary of Roni’s death, the name of the” Zofit “kindergarten in the Chabad neighborhood in Lod was changed to” the children’s kindergarten named for the late soldier Roni Mazor (Mozagorishvili). “
