Ben Tzippi and David. He was born on July 7, 1980 in Ra’anana, the brother of Rotem. Amir grew up in Ra’anana, studied at Hayovel Elementary School and graduated from the Metro-West High School in Computer and Biology. Always surrounded by friends and friends, as one of his friends said: “He had sixth-grade fans who loved him, it was a secret, many girls were in love with him, and we called them ‘Amir’s Little Admiring Collection.'” The coordinator of his high school class, Varda, relates: “Amir was very serious and sometimes childish and funny.” The school’s counselor, Chasida, adds: “On my trip to Poland, I saw him holding a whole bag of memorial candles, and I asked him what he had told me that it was in memory of the family of his grandmother and grandfather who had perished in the Holocaust. He said “Kaddish” and called out their names: “Everyone was crying, he said things with such emotion that everyone was excited.” Amir liked to help anyone. His mother, Tzipi, says: “Amir was a child of a family and a child of friends, and his giving was on an unusual level, all his life he loved to give, but he also demanded to receive, many loves in his short life. “Amir loved drums and from a young age he hit the pots and in the ninth grade when we bought him a system, he was happy. Amir was fond of traveling and loved landscapes, with tremendous sensitivity he photographed and photographed, so much sky he photographed, sunsets and sunsets. “His friend Guy said:” Amir was for me the embodiment of good and integrity, a positive, loyal, successful and kind person. In November 1998. After basic training he successfully completed a wireless course and was assigned as a liaison in the Signal Corps company in the Givati Brigade. He spent his last service at the pumpkin post in southern Lebanon. His commanders saw him as a soldier and exemplary friend, an example and a symbol, a young man who stood out in the warmth and joy of life he shared and lavished on his surroundings. His last Shabbat was a wonderful Shabbat for him. He traveled with his new girlfriend in the flourishing Gilboa, dined at his grandmother’s, and in the afternoon he met friends. His specialty was to combine all his hobbies and loves. On February 8, 2000, Amir was killed in a battle in Lebanon by a direct hit by the Hezbollah missile in his position, and the camera in his belt was not damaged, and the camera was opened by his family after his fall. In Ra’anana, and his friend placed a pair of drumsticks on the open grave, and was raised to the rank of sergeant at the age of nineteen.In the words of the mayor’s eulogy on Amir’s grave: “You were Amir, To this country. You are not yet twenty – and you are a whole world. Sensitive and loving and caring and full of joy of life. A boy full of charm with a smile that did not leave your face. Humble and motivated to succeed on any subject you were involved in … You followed your father, a company commander in the Armored Corps, to sit on the front line, not from the battle lover, but from your belief in the importance of security in the north and your soul in the war. ” Avner, who was Amir’s 12 th grader, eulogized him: “This morning when news of Amir’s fall came to me, I rushed to Metrowest to ask for solace. I was asked there, what do you want to say about Amir? I responded spontaneously: ‘I wish I had a son like Amir.’ I was introduced to Amir one year, when I learned to know this boy, an important and significant year in his life, a year in which I discovered in conversations, debates and moments of joy and laughter what is behind this image of this boy who is strong in his soul and body. Amir, the smiling, sociable, ambitious and above all, Amir, who is eager to help his fellow … “Israel, his 11th grader, writes:” You have a lot of friends, Amir.Different friends, friends from different places, friends from the army. Friends say a lot about a person. A person who has friends is a loving person, he is a loved one. And only a kind person can be a loved one. Only a person who helps others, who cares about others, who wants their best interests, is a loved one. Only a person who knows how to give is a loved one. And you know how to give, Amir. The most precious thing you were willing to give. The most precious of all … You gave … “In an issue on the eve of Passover of the newspaper Yedioth Ahronoth, an article was published about him and his memory: In a letter to heaven published in the local newspaper Al HaSharon, the reporter, Moshe Alon, wrote to the angels in heaven: You want to know that a wonderful and exceptional person has come to you, who will respect the place in his presence. A young man under the age of 20, and already here, before we parted from him, he had a huge soul. Amir’s memory was immortalized by the family in a monument that is spectacular in its intensity, a combination of an iron sculpture by the artist Menashe Kadishman, lying on a water pool with a waterfall and placed in the garden of the Nasi’im in Ra’anana. Amir’s, Irit’s, was built for the memory of Amir Etar on the Internet, at www.amirmeir.co.il
