Son of Shlomit and Shmuel. He was born on August 18, 1976 in Givati, near Ashdod. A second son to his parents, a brother to Ofer and Yuval-Yehudit. “His character, his beauty, his wisdom, his honesty, his kindness, his concern, his mischief and his laughter are what made us all admire him from the day he insisted, and we – we did not appeal at all . ” Lior studied at the Regavim Elementary School in Moshav Emunim and continued his studies in junior high and high school at the Be’er Tuvia Regional High School. At the end of November 1994 Lior joined the IDF and was assigned to the Nahal Brigade. He was full of motivation and a strong desire to serve the country, and to contribute his time and strength. From the day of his enlistment, his friends called him a service on behalf of his family, and so the name “Uliash” became his permanent name. Lior completed a course for squad commanders and was assigned to the rank of squad commander. He was very short of praise from his commanders who appreciated his professional and personal performance. In the battalion book of Company A, August 1995, Lior wrote: “A commander for the glory of the Haganah, there is no one in the company whom he does not like, Lior was like a caring and thoughtful father, and we sat in a tent for coffee.” In the course of his service, Lior held additional positions that he performed impeccably, demonstrating great discipline, responsibility and devotion. Lior, a young man with a child’s smile, had light in his eyes, a light that shone, laughed and refreshed everyone around him, especially his family. In his last conversation with Ofer, his older brother, a few hours before he died, he mentioned that he had one hundred and twenty days left for compulsory service. First sergeant Lior Uliash fell during his duty on July 18, 1997 in a car accident that occurred near Elyakim junction. Lior and his colleague Staff Sergeant Eilon Freilich were on their way back to their base from the Nahal Brigade’s detention in Jerusalem, and ten kilometers from their destination, on the road leading from Fardis to Elikim, the car they were traveling in veered off. Lior was twenty-one years old when he fell and was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Kfar Warburg, leaving his parents, brother and sister in a letter of condolences to the bereaved family. I will note some of his qualities that will testify above all to Lior as a commander, as a friend, As a person. Lior arrived in the battalion after a course for squad commanders and was assigned to the rank of commander of the company in August 1995. He performed his role exceptionally well. His guiding principle was to listen to the soldier and allow him to express his feelings. Indeed, Lior found a sympathetic ear for the soldiers. At the end of the route, a medical problem was diagnosed that prevented Lior from continuing to serve as a commander, and I was forced to transfer him to another position. Lior was very hurt by the fact that he could not serve as a commander. However, his quiet nature and wisdom enabled him to understand that any role he played could contribute to and influence – and indeed it was. Lior was appointed as the driver of Zviki, the company commander of November 1996. In this role, due to his maturity and personal responsibility, he was assigned additional tasks, which he performed flawlessly. Safety, discipline, responsibility and excellence were an inseparable part of his military life. … The mission of all of us from now on is to continue and commemorate Lior, in order to prevent unnecessary accidents that exact an unbearable price of blood. “Two days after the fall of Lior, Guy wrote, he joined the service:” I did not believe it was happening to me – after such a successful day – a brigade rally and a sports day. And this is what I have to tell the soldiers that they have just got off the bus that returned from Jerusalem. So the accident we went through was Sonoma’sCome on. Suddenly, from a whole company, we became a wounded company – with two large wounds that will always remain open. And what happened two days ago? I and Ulyas (not Lior – that’s how he was called from basic training that began in November 1994) are walking in the north and doing various tasks – some of them more important – at the Lilach outpost – overlap, and some less – to find my lost bag To the company. And some of them are not important at all, but they are the thing that will always be remembered together with Olayash – lunch in the village of a restaurant on the level and then bathing naked in Birkat Ram with a towel and shampoo that remains in the bag. So I put him in position 2 – the famous distraction in which I was posted when I was in his basic training, all those laughs stopped. “It’s a pity,” Roi Sloki, a childhood friend of Lior, wrote to the family: “Today is Friday, July 25, 1997. You are finishing the first seven days of mourning for Lior’s death. As it passes before you receive the letter, it will be a few more days, maybe it will be a month from that day that changed your life in such a way that nothing will ever be the same. I write from a small town on the west coast of Australia, thousands of miles from Israel, from the moshav, from our line, but during the last few days – since I received the terrible news from my parents – I find myself returning to those familiar places where we have been since we learned to go: The park, the basketball court, the bus stop on the way to school … and in the memories we are all children and we all hang out together – Ofer and Israel and Ilan and Rami and me and Ron and of course Lior. It’s been many years since we grew up, grown up and moved away from each other, but it will always be a part of me. These were the early years of my life. And now, on the other side of the earth, I feel that some of this childhood world has been lost. As written in Chava Alberstein’s poetry: ‘… we are all one human tissue alive / and if one of us / goes from our country / something is dead in us / and something stays with it …’ … I am sure that Lior will accompany you from above and be Simcha to see that you continue with the memories And the pain without letting it break you. “In October 2008, Lior’s sister Yuval-Yehudit wrote:” In his life, Lior aspired to bring us into proportion. When he died, we entered her. Life histories, ways, choices, loves and dislikes were very few to Lior because of the young age in which his life was halted. But a resume that deals with its character, its qualities, its views, its feelings, its intentions, its soul and its private world, these things, there will never be an end. … Lior was and will be a whole world. “I still dream of him from time to time. Even during sleep – refuses to part. Every time he appeared I did not understand how it was possible. Deep in my soul, I knew – my brother – is dead !! In his first dreams he appeared as if nothing had happened. In my other dreams I felt what they meant when they said, “The sky has fallen.” After that the tears began to sleep and the terrible strangulation. Then came the dreams that felt like everything was out of control and the realization that what had happened had happened. And time passes and again from time to time he visits my dreams, four thousand one hundred and eighty-eight days after. My older brother, a special boy with a great smile that remains and stays. My dear brother, if only you knew how our time stopped when your body returned to the dirt. “(This page is part of the Yizkor memorial project, which was conducted by the Ministry of Defense)
