Murray, Vladimir

Ben Ludmila and Vladimir. He was born on the 14th of Tammuz 5742 (14.7.1982) in Moldavia. He attended a school in Moldavia. From a very early age, after his parents divorced and he remained with his mother and sister Irena, Vladimir used to help with all the housework. ‘Wova,’ as Vladimir was fondly called, was a very industrious boy. When he was about ten years old, he took an active part in building the house. “On his own, trucks were unloading construction materials.” His mother said. “He used to tell me that if he did not help, who would do it?” Vladimir was a good friend and supporter, always surrounded by friends, young and full of life and joy. His good soul, his kind heart and his willingness to help anyone in need at all times attested to his humanity and pleasant nature. Vladimir grew up in the shadow of his grandmother’s stories about the tragic death of her parents during World War II and her life in the ghetto. When he was 15, he showed the judgment of an adult and spoke with his mother about immigrating to Israel, saying that only his real home was here. In January 1999, Vladimir immigrated to Israel with his mother and husband, his sister Irena and his younger brother Anastasia and Nick. The family settled in Hadera. On his second day in Israel, Vladimir began to work hard to help support his family. After a while he began studying at the Amal school in Hadera. But at the end of the school year, despite his mother’s insistence, Vladimir decided to return to his work because he saw it as his duty first to help the family and to complete his studies in the future. He worked nonstop until the day he enlisted in the IDF, and every shekel he earned gave his family, and in December 2001 Vladimir enlisted in the IDF. Soon he completed a computer course and was stationed at the base of the Ordnance Corps in northern Israel. At home he proudly showed the certificate of completion of the course, and planned to continue studying in the future in this field. Vladimir was a quiet and professional soldier, had faithfully performed his duties and was well integrated into the unit. On the 5th of Sivan 5762 (June 5, 2002), Vladimir fell in a terrorist attack at the Megiddo junction. That morning he boarded an Egged bus on line 830 en route from his home in Hadera to the base. At the Megiddo junction, a car bomb hit a bus carrying a suicide bomber, and almost everyone in the bus was hit. Vladimir was killed on the spot. He was twenty years old when he fell. After his death he was promoted to the rank of Corporal, who was buried in the military cemetery in Hadera and left behind his parents, two sisters and a brother. When I look up at the ceiling I see the inscription, I remember his words, his wishes, and my heart is torn … I visit the cemetery and ask him to tell me at least one word, but he is silent. Despite everything, in my soul it still exists and will always remain. He will always be with me with his big smile on his beautiful face, my dear and devoted son. “His friend, Jana, writes:” Vladimir was a pure soul, full of kindness, love and giving. He had a presence that made me smile every time. He always loves him with all his heart. Wuba, dear! “His friend writes:” What can I tell about him? only good things. Wuba was a true friend who always helped and we all miss him. “His friends Ania, Tami and Kira write:” You can say one thing about Woba that will never be forgotten. Today on his birthday he is present more than ever, everyone remembers his smile, his beauty, his blond hair and blue eyes. No one can forget his goodness and how good he did to others. Perhaps time passes and times change but his eternal image no one will ever forget and will always remember in his heart. “