Ohutsky, Piotr-Israel

Ben Natalya and Pavel. He was born on April 9, 1983 in the city of Orsha in Belarus (Belorussia). Brother to Anton and Anastasia. He grew up as a normal child, loved ball games, rode a bike and loved painting. More as a child he dreamed of the army. He liked to read books about soldiers and generals and acquired great knowledge about famous battles. Piotr’s family immigrated to Israel at the beginning of November 1996. Soon, despite the difficulties, the family was absorbed into the new country. The parents found work and bought an apartment in Lod. Piotr attended the Mikve Israel Elementary School in Holon and continued to the Naamat High School in Lod where he studied graphic arts. During his spare time, he played in the Municipal Youth Theater and painted extensively – mainly military matters; The album contains impressive paintings by paratroopers and parachutes. This is not surprising, since Piotr’s father gave him Zionist values ​​and learned to be a good and loyal soldier to his country. Piotr, for his part, began preparing for military service already at school. He did a lot of sports and muscle development and dreamed of being a fighter. Piotr joined the IDF in early August 2002. At the request of the paratroopers, he was very proud of his membership in the paratroopers and was a professional soldier and a combat soldier, Piotr, the man and the soldier, told Efi, a friend of the service: “My acquaintance with you began when I finished the course for the commanders and we both went to the auxiliary company, from the very beginning I saw what sort of soldier you were with. A warrior in every sense of the word, in every letter of the word, and this is not a cliche, I was as a warrior at your side, looking from one side to the other After that two months I became your commander, who for me was to be a friend with a little more responsibility than the rest of the guys, and our company consisted mostly of sabra fighters, and you had no problem connecting with everyone. In retrospect, after I got to know you, I can say that you were more Israeli than all of us, and after a few months we decided to send you to a squad commanders course, and I do not have to explain why. You quickly returned after you skipped over it. … There were a lot of actions and arrests we made, you were the first to have all his equipment ready in advance, before everyone else, as if you could not be surprised. There is no commander, sergeant or officer who has not trusted you. You were always first in the lead, leading, and not just because everyone knew there was not a terrorist you could. You were the best fighter I ever saw. … You always wanted to be in the place where things happen because both you and I knew that you could have been the screw that was lacking in the system in any battle. … You were a person of principles and values. … You were a patriot and anyone who knows you knows why. It started when you were little, in Russia, and wanted to immigrate to Israel after you had delved into the heritage of Israel and every operation and war – even though you were not Jewish – and continued your recruitment to the Paratroopers and the way you acted as a man imbued with faith and principles in what he did. So he was a patriot. “Piotr loved Israel but was not satisfied with that, and he aspired to be a Jew as well, and during his service he began the process of conversion – a complex process that required devotion, study and circumcision. He went on to work at Mei Eden, and was loved and accepted by the company’s employees and was to be sent to study and progress on the ladder of roles,And went with his company to the line of fire. “In the village of Merkava, Hizbullah fighters fired crossfire from one of the houses at IDF soldiers,” the commander of the paratroopers said. Everyone burrowed and it was impossible to raise their heads. The commander asked and did not command Piotr: ‘What can you do about it?’ Piotr stood up under fire, picked up the machine gun and began firing in response, and succeeded in silencing Hezbollah. Another soldier said that in the village of Qantara, in the last battle of Piotr, Hizbullah struck an Israeli D-9, while Piotr and another soldier broke into the burning machine that could explode at any moment and took out a critically wounded soldier. In South Lebanon on 13 August 2006, thirteen hours before the cease-fire between Israel and Hezbollah took effect, he was twenty-three years old when he fell, and was brought to eternal rest in the military cemetery in Lod, leaving behind his parents , Brother and sister After he fell he was promoted to the rank of sergeant, completed the process of conversion and as he wished, he was given the name “strong Jew” – Israel. And last: “There is no night that I do not restores your facial expression … those seconds before coolly, sharpness, preparedness, concentration, giving, courage, courage. And in those seconds you entered the orchard, seconds before you were hit, I shouted to you with a fearful laugh, ‘Peter, how do you like this war?’ You turned to look at me with a kind of misunderstanding, as if I took you out of concentration and unity, and then, when you saw me and Maayan who was with me, lying on the ground dying of fear, smiled your broad smile and continued. From there, half a minute later, the missile hit about fifteen meters from me and someone shouted ‘medic’. When we got to you, you were no longer with us. “Peter, I’m sorry for a few things I did not get: for not being able to tell you how good you were in every way, in any situation – as a soldier, as a warrior, as a true friend … That there were many things I did not know about you, even though we were close: how much you helped your parents with everything and what a strong character you were in the house and what a good boy you were, and even though you tore yourself at work you gave all your sweat for your family, Apartment Lach and Liat and start your civil life … I am glad that in my life I got to know a wonderful person like you … I am also happy about something I thought you missed, or maybe it is not your essence, but But one of my happiest moments was in your home, after you fell, when your father told me that that morning that they brought you to Israel, they made a covenant with you and you won your wish – not only to be The most Israeli, to be buried as a Jew … Peter, my dear brother, I will never forget you, I love you. ” “I can not tell you that you’re not here because I feel your shoulder is still here and I can tell you everything as always, about my fears about the war, the girls in my citizenship, my dreams of the future, learning or getting to work that I wanted so much, I can tell you that if you are not in front of me I do not go to Lebanon – it does not matter if the world turned upside down, you just are not ready, you give me a feeling of protection And no more than any armored vehicle or tank, no one can hurt me when I walk behind you, no terrorist or mortar, I know that if they shoot at us, you will eliminate them very quickly with your Negev, as in every Exercises. … “Nothing has the same taste or odor since no return, everything is dry and boring, it’s all just. I know the bubble that protected meI have nothing on everything here and I am exposed to everything. … I still remember that before the war you told us that you were ready to go back to three years in the army, to begin basic training and all from the beginning, and the main thing would be peace. … Only you can say that. I would give anything to tell you that you are right and that I am coming with you to do these three years together, but only if I am your duo again with you and after you. “Zvika, who commanded Peter in his early years in the army, wrote:” Your memory as one of the best soldiers – The good people I met still resonate in me. I think that the sentence repeated over and over again by your dear family and close friends was that you are no longer with us, but your memory and noble qualities will remain forever among us, and so I think. I had the privilege of being your commander for the first fourteen months in the army, and I found a highly poisoned and professional soldier. In the first few weeks you had the proud stance and the strong grip on the weapon, and even then you transmitted stability, physical strength, and especially your outstanding mental strength. I remember that these qualities made me in the very early stages of marking you as a soldier who can be trusted as a worthy candidate for command. You were a living example of perfectionism and you always spoke more, especially of yourself. I know that we, your commanders, have learned this quality from you every day. Mainly I remember how you would reset your favorite weapon, the Negev gun, so perfectly, and even when I told you that the weapon was already in place, you would insist on doing more to achieve maximum perfection. “Peter, you were a disciplined and good soldier, but you were not ashamed to look straight in front of your commanders and ask to know, to investigate, to understand, I can write many more pages about you and your qualities here, but I would prefer to make these words a pure memory in my heart for the rest of my life.” Wrote one of the friends: “In the brief stay I was with, I discovered a man, the kind of person in every group of people, who are strong pillars that everyone can lean on in a time of trouble … I know I was leaning and I know that unlike the rest of the pages Peter did not wait for them to come to him. “Once I heard a sentence that suited Peter and the way he believed he should live:” Where there are no people, you will be one of many people. “