Ben Yaffa and Ephraim. He was born in Ashkelon on May 9, 1975. A middle son between his brother Kobi and Roy. Lior grew up in Ashkelon, studied at Rotem Elementary School and at Yigal Alon High School. Lior was a very diligent child. He studied well and, at the same time, worked in various jobs to finance his hobbies and the hobbies he loved as a child: football and horseback riding. Lior has always been a sociable, loving person, surrounded by many friends from all walks of life in the city. The date of Lior’s enlistment came in November 1993, and he enlisted, like his father and brother before him, to the paratroopers, to the Patan Battalion. Lior completed his combat and a paramedics course and was assigned to a company in the company, and returned to the company as a commander in the Spear Company, where he spent most of his service in Lebanon and the territories and training in the Golan Heights or southern Israel. He was promoted to the position of deputy commander of the company and later to the company’s platoon commander When he reached the time of his release from the IDF, And the battalion commander to sign a permanent order, “because the company and the battalion need you,” and Lior, although he wanted very much to get free and start studying, They were “for the guys and the company.” After six months in the regular army, Lior asked to be released and went on holiday in the United States, where he traveled for a month and a half with his friends. When he returned after his short vacation, he was asked to return to the IDF. Which led him to do so the previous time, and this time he was sent to an officers’ course, which he graduated with honors, and returned to the position of deputy commander of the battalion’s command company. Veterans in the army and young soldiers who had recently enlisted. His soldiers admired him for his ability to be meticulous and professional and demand quality of performance, while giving a remarkable example, and at the same time “being a human being” – that is to give a pat on the shoulder and embrace, when necessary. A soldier from the car division tells how Lior cast him a penalty when he caused a mishap. A second after he was sentenced to death, Lior came up to him and said: “Well, now come and give a hug, brother …” Lior was a meticulous and perfectionist about his work, but he never forgot that he worked with people and always took care of them. Lior excelled in carrying out his duties and went on to the company commanders course, and from there went straight back to the position of commander of the battalion’s command company. Everyone knew that Lior’s job was “too small” for he served as commander of the company many times as the company commander, replacing his commander, and always did so in a respectful way. squad. The pressure reached its peak. The headquarters company, which was in charge of both the descent from the line and the logistical organization for the planned complex exercise, was under growing pressure. On the few occasions when he got home, Lior only mentioned one area – the heavy workload he, and his people in particular, were in. How hard they work, how little they sleep, how well they do their duty and how much he loves them. On his last departure, at the end of the week before he was killed, he arrived home accompanied by his friend Sharon, picked up his friend from the central bus station and invited him to a “fish dinner with his mother” whom he loved so much. Later in the day, Lior and his friend went to the beach, and in the evening, together with his family, celebrated a birthday for his brother Kobi. MorningFirst, when he returned to the company, an accident happened to the military vehicle he was driving. Lior, one of the perfectionists who demands at least as much as the others, found it hard to bear the fact that he, the company commander, had an accident, and from that day on, the mood of the battalion, which had just come down from Lebanon, She closed him down, and together with the accident, which severely damaged his spirit, brought him to the brink of despair and on August 3, 1999, Lior ended his life at the age of twenty-four. In Ashkelon, leaving behind his parents and two brothers, and Lior was a successful, handsome boy, who had nothing to do with his life. The commander of the unit wrote to the family: “Lior, the commander of the command company, the commander, the dedicated officer, acted in the spirit of education that he absorbed in his family and became one of the pillars of the battalion. “In all the positions he filled, Lior was a soldier who knew how to stroke, demand and defend, to strengthen, to encourage, to listen and to console him, and he left his subordinates, orphaned and confused, and us and the commanders of the battalion. Our children aspire to personal achievement and self-fulfillment, and concepts such as ‘contribute’ to ‘giving’ and ‘sharing’ are no longer the flags that go ahead of the camp, you have proven otherwise: your family is a symbol, it is our flag, a family in which the father and son serve themselves in the most difficult places. This is how we educated our children, ‘you told me.’ The Patten family wants to be part of your family so that we can draw from your strength Metropolitan and spiritual. “About two weeks after Lior’s death, a company meeting took place, and the family members, including Kobi, Lior’s brother, who served in the same battalion, told the grieving soldiers about Lior the boy, the boy, the boy and the soldier. Kobi told us about the child Lior, who has an unlimited sense of justice, about his fatherly relationship with his brothers and friends, and his concern for all the qualities that remain unchanged in the personality of Lior the Soldier. You were in his heart, in his soul, in his spirit, in his daily life, in his routine, on holidays, on Saturdays … He spoke about the few soldiers, the new immigrants They do not have much here in the country, and should help them, and suggested that maybe – if they agree not ashamed – he brings every time someone would with us on Saturday and win some portion of family warmth and love of the commander. Lior knew all the details about the company’s soldiers, and always tried to give and give and fill in the missing … “My heart shrinks when I see H. go home hitchhiking,” he said. Lior as a child and commander was the same Lior – without Devine, without a pose. … They say that when a person wears a uniform he changes, and wears a tough armor, especially when he commands, and some say, especially in the paratroopers. Lior skipped it. It was too small for him, not worthy. He had no problem, as commander, slapping the clerk on the shoulder and saying, ‘Sorry, I was wrong,’ to tell a dirty joke and demand excellence and efficiency in execution. “The hundreds of soldiers wearing the red and weeping berets were able to express how much he had helped them in his good personality and in his person, and to what extent he was an exemplary example of an officer and a commander.