Son of Pnina and Rami. He was born on March 20, 1982 in Carmiel. Brother to Shlomi, Avihai, Netanel and Weber. Nir attended elementary school in Karmiel, went on to Kramim High School and wanted to acquire a profession in a vocational high school in Tzfat and successfully completed it. Nir was a good and happy boy, modest and clean. Among his friends, he was known as honest and conscientious, courteous, polite and pleasant. He was always pleasant, and his attitude toward every man was warm and cordial, and he was especially loyal to his family, and treated his parents with great respect. Although he was a quiet and not very conversational boy, Nir knew how to focus on friends and loved his girlfriend. He was optimistic and cheerful, smiling and humorous, and he often joked. He always sought to settle disputes among his friends, to help and to help with advice and action. Nir discovered musical talent, and in his youth played the organ for four years . Music was his great love. In his house he collected huge amounts of CDs and his weekly entertainment was usually at the record store. He was very articulate, and did a lot of editing. Nir liked to play sports, participated in all sports activities in the school and later, while in the army, won second place in the navigation competition. In July 2000, Nir was drafted into the IDF and began his training in the Artillery Corps, where he was stationed in the Golan Heights, where the crews went to operational activities in Judea and Samaria. He had a high personal level, a loyal staff member, responsible and devoted to his job and loved by his commanders, who knew that he could be trusted on any mission. He performed his duties efficiently and devotedly, received great esteem and even planned to continue his career in the army. He was also prominent in the unit with his sense of humor and his ability to imitate. “I remember all those evenings when you used to sit and laugh us to tears with your great imitations, and how always, just so that you would do some funny thing, you had to be persuaded a lot, but when you started it was without inhibitions and restraints – of course everyone was crying out loud … “On October 21, 2002, Nir fell in a terrorist attack at the Karkur junction. Terrorists, traveling on the Wadi Ara road in a vehicle laden with explosives, clung to an Egged bus on Route 841 (from Tiberias to Tel Aviv), which arrived at the station and blew up the vehicle. Nir, who went to Katzrin that morning to buy shields for the soldiers who were released from the unit, took the bus on his way back to his base near Shaked. The attack killed 14 people, including Nir. He was twenty years old when he fell. Nir was laid to rest in the military section of the Karmiel cemetery, where he was survived by his parents, three brothers and a sister, and Nir’s battalion commander, Lt. Col. Sharon, eulogized him: “You, who took part in the battery missions, “The soldiers took out a pamphlet in memory of the soldiers and their love for the unit,” he said. Nir, with friends, soldiers and commanders. “Nir saw the army as a mission and not as a duty,” they write. “In all the things he did, he left his mark, leaving behind memories and norms that anyone who knew him could never forget.” “Nir, thank you for the beautiful two years you spent with us,” the soldiers wrote at the beginning of the booklet, “in the beautiful and joyous moments, in the difficult and sad moments, on the white nights. Your smile, your gaze, your peace of mind and heart, we will always remember you in our hearts. We’ll take you wherever we go. “Eyal, a member of the company, wrote:” Everything here has changed since you left. The same feeling, but there’s something strange about the air. Suddenly they no longer laugh at Nachum, but they cry over Nir. And an old song that once ‘made us happy’ now makes us shed tears from our eyes – tears of pain and longing. I remember how, back then, we would take pictures at the checkpoint, after an ambush, in the Golan and in training. Today in the room hangs a picture, just one picture of you, a black and white picture on the wall. You see, everything changed, everything turned upside down … I miss you, Nir, when I look at our corner, when I look at the signs. I miss that cynical man who never ceases to amaze. Nir, you can not fill the void that you left in our hearts. “Asheri, Nir’s commander:” Nir, it’s not easy to ‘study’ you because you appear pretty closed, very introverted. I learned to love and appreciate you in the time we passed the battalion together. The quiet, the responsibility for the job and the concern, are difficult things to find today in the soldiers. Unique joy and humor, which is not easy to explain how much I lack today … “Tzachi, a member of the company:” Nir, how can you describe the dark and deep space we have left inside. How can you think that you, who were so happy and full of life, lie here at our feet, in the earth among the dead … Nir, we can only stay with our memories, our beautiful memories, enjoy, laugh, and on the other hand fight, shoot, Guy, a friend of the company: “A few weeks have passed and the pain is still unbearable, and the lack will always be felt. Lack of your wit alongside sensitivity, lack of your sincere concern that is free from interests. Nir, at your expense we received an instructive lesson in proportions. We realized that behind every soldier, and the most closed, and certainly a special person like you, are hiding a lifetime, and in your case a wonderful family. Only one thing I hope – that somewhere up there, where you will not be found, you look at us with satisfaction and say: ‘Guys, you gave me last respect properly’ … “
