Mor-Haim, Dvir Yaakov
Son of Roth and Avinoam. Born on September 7, 1972 in Tel Aviv, a young brother to a nun and a graduate of Lenor. Dvir attended the “Uziel” religious elementary school in Jerusalem and continued at the Neve Shmuel high school in Efrat. A handsome young man with a striking and impressive presence who radiated external beauty and inner wealth. In mid-November 1990, Dvir was drafted into the IDF’s Paratroopers Brigade, volunteering for the Paratroopers Brigade with great enthusiasm and a strong desire to contribute to the defense of the homeland. Infantry Corps and Combat Symbols Course. Dvir received the rank of sergeant and served in the command post at the basic training base of the Paratroopers Brigade. His warm and humane attitude toward his new recruits was highly regarded and appreciated by them. When he finished this position, he moved to serve in the 101st Squad Company and embarked on operational activities. According to his commanders and friends, Dvir stood out in every position and activity and was willing to help and contribute. He volunteered for every assignment, and his associates knew that he could always be trusted. After a while Dvir went to officers’ course, but decided to give up and return to the battalion. His friends say that even during a period of stress and strain, Dvir found time to read, to thoughts and reflections on religion and the universe and on the essence of life. Dvir was a “man of the book”. He was interested and read in many varied fields: words of thought, literature, poetry and plays, and a special “romance” with Agnon’s work. When he enlisted, he and his classmate agreed that even in difficult conditions during their military service they would not abandon the hobby of reading and would complete reading at least one page a day. Dvir’s letters from Lebanon attest to the existence of the agreement: “He sits in bushes under a camouflage net and reads plays by Hanoch Levin.” The wadi is amazingly Yaffa, all blooming (one side, because the other side is under rain) We are now on the eastern slopes, at what is now called “day assimilation” … Imagine, terrorists come, I stop reading the Kuklush stories in the play “The Questioner” begins to shoot and when it’s all over he returns to Hanoch Levin’s book, That you can write … “-” Safra “. In a condolence letter to the family, the commander of the unit wrote: “Dvir joined us towards the end of the basic training and before the beret’s journey, and on this journey it was clear that our people were a strong soldier with tremendous motivation and a strong desire to help. The journey to the finish line, whose personal ability was immediately evident to all of us, was accepted by the president of the Magi, a position that is the most important and most important unit in the department. He stood out for command and control, quick absorption and peace of mind. During operational employment in the Jordan Valley, before he was trained for command, he embarked on various missions in which he commanded his soldiers, and performed tasks with precision and thoroughness. It was clear to all of us that the face of Dvir – to command. Dvir’s name came out before him, when he met all the tasks to which he was fully required. “A real infantryman,” according to his many friends. – “Safa”. Apart from the incarnation of Safra and Seifah, Dvir was the love of man. Dvir was an open dialogue and attentive to the distress of others, qualities that many friends from all over the social spectrum have given him. In one of his last letters to his girlfriend, Sharon, Dvir wrote: “I wanted to write to you about the fear that is pecking in the face, the fear of a single bundle, that I will not even hear, or an explosion that I will not see. The newspaper has three days – and be forgotten in the national memory, which is short anyway … that everyone will say it was one way or another … Another soldier fell, so what? A mistaken consideration by a commander, a perception that leads to perdition … ” On WednesdayOn May 24, 1993, Dvir was taken to the military cemetery on Mount Herzl in Jerusalem on the eve of the Shavuot holiday. On his grave, the Rosh Yeshiva said to him: “Here is a ‘child of truth’
