The eldest son of Hadrat and Ron, Meiri was born on February 3, 1977, in Kfar Saba. A redheaded baby who had come into the world before the deadline had come, and had always been ahead of them all. In the garden they called him “Shaked the commander.” At the Golda Meir elementary school in Kfar Sava, he was prominent in social activities and was always on the committee. When he was in first grade he began to play, first in the organ, and later in the saxophone and guitar. The music has accompanied him throughout the years. In 1990 Shaked’s family moved to Kochav Yair, and Shaked entered eighth grade at the Kochav Yair community school. He soon became involved in school activities, performances, ceremonies, ideological and educational arguments of adolescence with the teachers and the director, the social life in the Yishuv, and the Scouts movement. After completing his military service, he was a graduate of the Nir tribe in Kfar Shmaryahu, where he trained and swam regularly in the Beit Berl section of Beit Berl and took part in competitions. He joined the volleyball team at Kochav Yair and continued to work in this field, and Shaked, who was golden in curls and red in character, stood out in his presence, he was energetic and knew how to spend every moment. , To work at the sports center, and to serve as an example for his younger brother Barak, Dor and Noy, whom he loved so much, making the night a day and night with his friends. And in the course of the year moved to a theater direction, he liked the trend, was very active, participated in all the performances on the stage – as an actor, as a pianist, as a stage designer or in other positions. 1996 Shaked enlisted in the IDF and began a pilot course at the Air Force Flight School in Hatzerim. After four months, he chose to continue his service in the Artillery Corps, during which he served in Lebanon. Within a short time he became an officer, and before his release he was appointed as a company commander – the youngest company commander in the IDF. After his release, Shaked traveled around the world, especially in the East, and especially in India, where he connected to landscapes, people, colors and atmosphere. Upon his return to Israel he began studying for an industrial engineering and management degree at Ruppin College. Alongside his current studies, he remained faithful to his creative sides and reached out to all kinds of arts: he wrote, painted, photographed and played. In May 2004 Shaked married Meirav, his girlfriend for the past six years, and the two built their home in Netanya. A song written by Shaked to Meirav: “When she arrives you will know, at least that’s what they say … glowing and radiant with light and wearing a white silk dress brings with it a ringing sound that makes you rattle inside without being able to take a smile off your face and again bring a flush to your cheeks and your heart beats like a madman I know, she is here, and she is mine She came to me to visit What period I do not know But I will not give her I will never give up She ‘s here, now And that’ s real When she ‘s here, You’ll know, at least that’s what they say … and they’re really right because I’m the happiest person, so I’ll never forget it! ” On Sunday, September 12, 2004, Shaked fell in combat activity in the Golan Heights. That same day Shaked went to reserve duty. During a search of the Golan Heights he conducted with his commander, the two reached a dead end. Shaked’s commander got out of the jeep to direct him. For some reason, the jeep overturned and Shaked was killed on the spot. He was twenty-seven and a half when he fell. Shaked was laid to rest in the military section of the Kochav Yair cemetery. Survived by a widow, parents and three brothers. After his fall he was promoted to captain. In his memoryShaked’s website was established at http://www.shakedmeiri.co.il/. The site: Shaked’s life story, photo gallery, friends’ comments and more. Nir Shafrir wrote: “By the lake, in distant Hampi / we saw the sun set, / And we shone … / We said that life is beautiful / We felt immortal, / It was a covenant that was cut / A sea of peace and happiness, / We felt brothers … / And I was alone, / hurt … / I left while we were young // I’ll keep you forever in my heart / My golden-haired brother, / Because it was your last summer / And I’m alone in the back Left . / But I promise / and swear, / That we will always sit on the banks of the river / and look at the sunset, / for I will never forget you / and your memory will be burned in my heart forever, / You are my brother, / my brother, / Shaked. Limor Falah: “When the words are detached, / When the tears are suffocating / We try to understand and absorb, / How to fill the void that you left / How to remain sane after you went? // Every word seems to diminish, / every sentence destroys / But I try, maybe I will lighten up // When I was little, I was told that angels are a kind of white spirit with wings that keep and watch from the sky / They told me that the North Star / Guide and Direction, Why did you leave us alone? / How and why did the Wings affair? / It is probably time to leave, / To do another good place. ” Rinat Batsravi wrote: “The one who rehabilitates and says his opinion openly even when everyone around him thinks differently, who tells the truth even when it is unpleasant and painful, who lived the moment without fear and put defenses that stem from the fear that the moment will end, He who believes that he deserves the best, is aiming there and hurts because this is the only possibility that exists in his consciousness, the one who lives without thinking what they will say or how he looks from the side and what guides him is his happiness and the feelings of his loved ones. Who lives as a king even when he does not have, because he thinks and feels like a king, the people around him will prevail within them the instinct of life because only from A hero is the one whose friends feel honored to be his friends and every minute in his company It is a celebration to be enjoyed, because being a friend of such a hero is a privilege that not everyone gets, and one day in my life such a hero does not compare to the whole life of every standard person in terms of the amount of happiness and love that he contains. Our paths will never separate because he is in my heart. Shaked, you were and will always remain my hero. “On the road leading to the cemetery in Kochav Yair, almond trees were planted in memory of Shaked, and Shaked’s family, together with the army and the spectators, set up a walking path from Moshav Ramot to Nahal Kanaf, where Shaked was killed, And the tribe of almonds.
