Parker, Yiftach

The first son of Tirzah and Zvi, a younger brother to Livnat and Inbal, and a great brother to Yair; Grandson of one of the founders of Moshav Kfar Vitkin in Emek Hefer. He was born on March 18, 1980 at the Hadassah Mount Scopus Hospital in Jerusalem, but grew up in Kfar Vitkin and lived there until his dying day, and was named after the kibbutz in the Upper Galilee, where his mother served. He studied at the “Emek Hefer” basketball team at the “Ramot Hefer” experimental educational community in Kibbutz Ma’abarot, The Unit for Science-Oriented Youth “at the School of Practical Engineers near Tel Aviv University, participated in the activities of the” Sons of the Moshavim “movement, and together with its fellow moshav members, “It was a room I was always amazed to see,” described Hila, his cousin, “Amos computers and accessories, CDs and cables and what not, from where you could crack the secrets “When he joined the IDF in the summer of 1998, he was stationed in the Armored Corps and began his training course, but was forced to retire because of his army service. Health problems he suffered, and moved to an administrative position from which he was located for officers’ course. At the end of the course he continued to complete three officers, and at the end of the course he was assigned the rank of lieutenant colonel and was appointed as a regular personnel officer in the Nahal Brigade, where he served as an officer in the artillery corps, Yiftach was appointed as Head of the Support, Reports and Control Team of the IDF Personnel Management System, “Shachar-Sheli”, at the headquarters of the Chief Clerks Officer. He completed this position for a year and a half, and at the end of the period was appointed head of the portal infrastructure team. In 2005, in addition to his military service, Yiftach began studying at the Tel Aviv-Jaffa College for a B.Sc. in Computer Science and Bio-Informatics. He was supposed to finish his studies in September 2009, but did not win. In his last position, from April 2006 to the day of his death, Yiftah served as the head of the support and assimilation department in the information systems industry in the human resources department. Yiftach, who was an expert in manpower management systems, combined his experience in field positions with familiarity and understanding of the world of information systems, and led major processes in the industry. Said his commander, Lt. Col. Dudi Schwartz: “Yiftach was an exemplary figure for the soldiers and officers he commanded, he was a professional and at the same time a man who knew how to listen, to encourage and to make the most of the best of all: an officer and a gentleman. As his commander, I felt that I could safely impose on him any task, however difficult and complex. ” During his service, Yiftah set out with the delegation of “Witnesses in Uniform” – the IDF delegation to Poland – to visit the concentration and extermination camps, and wrote the following: “When you feel the need to reach a certain place, the largest ocean will not be an obstacle. When you feel the need to see something, blindness will not be an obstacle either. When you feel the need to hear something, deafness will not be an obstacle either. However, it is not understandable how ordinary people feel the need to murder another person only because they belong to another people, and there is no obstacle that stops them. When you face the horrors of the big cities, towns, forests, labor camps, and death camps, you do not understand how people feltThose who abused and murdered people whose only crime was belonging to the Jewish people do not understand their motivation and motivation to perfect the method of extermination, and you do not understand how the nations of the free world stood by without intervention. But when you see the survivors of that inferno who have rehabilitated their lives, hear the stories of heroism and stand in the face of the silent testimonies of those who were led to the slaughter, and when you march in the uniform of the Israel Defense Forces on the land where millions of Jews are buried, you are filled with pride in the uniqueness of the Jewish people, A nation that maintains a tradition of thousands of years, with a wisdom of life and knowledge, a nation that has found a corner of its own in a globe, a nation in which all its streams are united in the existence of tradition and the preservation of uniqueness, a nation that leads the nations of the world with its morality despite the horrors it has undergone … Understands that the Jewish people will not allow anyone to complete what the Nazis began. ” He was full of pride and admiration in mentioning the house, the village, the environment in which he grew up, the land, and throughout the years he used to help with the family farm work – raising cattle for milk and meat, turkey turkeys, orchards, etc. He was surrounded by innumerable friends who testified that he was a friend of the right truth to help in times of trouble. Yiftach’s life was rich and vibrant, full of activity, development, recreation and pleasure. Yiftach traveled the endless paths of the country, where he knew almost every way, spring and stone, also knew many trips abroad: he sipped the snowy slopes of Lapland on a sled and snowmobile tour, circled Ireland, won the stadium fans in Barcelona and see a football game of “One day you will realize your dream and become a motorcyclist,” wrote Yiftach’s friends in the yearbook, and this was Yiftach’s long-cherished aspiration. – To ride an elaborate motorbike, first he bought a “small” motorcycle, and after becoming a skilled rider, he purchased a heavy motorcycle When I got the first motorcycle, “Yiftah wrote,” with hesitant emotion, without knowing how my life was going to change, I reached the Jewish Agency, ripped off the plastic bags and set out on my way with a dream that took me twenty-five years to realize. Like his old friends, were worried about the new hobby that was gaining momentum and filling a large part of his life, although Yiftach was always careful about safety and was responsible. It was here, of all things, that Yiftach felt safe and secure – “He never spoke of fear on the road, he felt safer on the motorcycle than in the car,” the friends said. On the eve of his fall, Yiftach participated in a Friday night dinner with the extended family, and at the end of it joined some 200 motorcyclists who went on a trip to Masada. “We sat around chatting at the family meal as we usually do when everyone is gathered here in Kfar Vitkin, and we did not know that this meeting was the last time we would see him,” the family members said painfully. Major Yiftach Parker fell during his duty on the 11th of Tishrei 5769 (October 11, 2008) in a motorcycle accident that took place in the area of ​​Kibbutz Ein Hashofet, between Route 66 and Menasheh Mountains, during an excursion with his friends. He was twenty-eight when he fell. He was laid to rest in the military section of the cemetery in Kfar Vitkin, the moshav where he spent his entire life and to which he felt so muchWeber. Survived by his parents, two sisters and a brother. “All your life you did what you liked and everything 100 percent,” his sister Livnat said, “an officer and a gentleman, a friend, but above all a son, a brother and a beloved grandson. On his grave, his commander and friend, Lieutenant-Colonel Dudi Schwartz, said to him: “Dear Yiftach, two important qualities have characterized you – your love for action and military service, where you believed and loved with all your heart, and your desire to accomplish every task in the most challenging way. You have always given yourself to the job, to the task, to the people who were your subordinates, and only afterward to the turning to think and to deal with yourself … You were a combination of a man of earth and a man Hi-tech, you talked with the same enthusiasm about cowsheds, cows and milking as well as the technology and computing world … Yiftach, you were both a subordinate and a friend Dear … We will remember you with the shameful smile, the face of the eternal child and the ability to be enthusiastic about the little things in life. ” “How is it, Yiftach, that now that all we have left to feel is loss and grief, anger is an obstacle to us.” While grief slowly seeps, the anger erupts in a sharp blow, leaving no room for doubt. , Angry at losing control, angry at someone coming across from you, angry that you had nothing to do, and most angry about ourselves, that in all the discussions and conversations we were no more rigid, more stubborn, more clear – more frightened. And to say goodbye to a friend who accompanied the landscape of our childhood from the day we were born … This is not how it should have ended … On the last trip to Beit Jann, who was also in the shadow of an accident You have a terrible motorcycle, a fierce defense of your love, the freedom, the experiences, the two-wheeled riders, whom you have defined as a special people that a stranger can not understand … You were totally total in your devotion to the military system. , For which you have been careful to travel every week, totally in your relationship to the old village of Vitkin, to agriculture, and to our great sorrow you were also total in your love of motorcycles … The only consolation in this vague nightmare is the knowledge that you have separated from us when you did your favorite thing, , The thing that changed your life. Yiftach’s friend, Danny Shazar, read Ehud Manor’s song “But Everyone”: “You suddenly want to gallop on a motorcycle / You want to rip the road / You already have a plan that you saw in the cinema / And you want to know what I am And when I say to you: ‘Yes, but everyone’ / And when I say, ‘Listen, you’ll grow up a little earlier,’ you answer me: ‘Yes, but everyone’. “But all of them, but everyone, but all of them are not you. For me, you are the whole world.” Danny concluded by saying, “Yiftach, in one thing you were right, I have not yet experienced the thrill of riding a motorcycle, but you will never understand what it feels like. Beloved is a childhood friend Miriam booth “opens !! How can I pronounce your name, knowing I will not see you again, that you no longer exist? A handsome young man with a frank and trusting look. Life seemed to open up their gates to give you their goodness. … No one imagined that the earth would open up and swallow its victim, and instead of laughter and joy blood and tears would spill! “On the back cover of the book ‘The Neverending Story’ it says, ‘Do what your heart desires,’ and you, and you, and the people of your country, Yiftach, you have done what your heart wants to do. The army was your place of work in the yearBut I have no doubt that you saw value in military service, along with a sense of mission. All along you have done a great deal behind the scenes, both within the many roles you have filled, and as the commander of so many soldiers that you have respected and are so concerned about. You have learned the field in which you were so skilled and so loved, worked, walked, and in short – you did everything your heart wanted … Thirty days and you are so lacking … remember, and very much miss. “On the first anniversary of his downfall, My child – Yiftach. Winter is over, spring, summer and fall – the seasons change and you do not. The memories do not change – they rise, rise, and flood back into better days. … You stayed here among the trees and the stones and we left the gate and went on – to the open spaces – others and orphans, wondering how to go on without you. … At the beginning of life – your life was cut short. In the middle of the race, and you so loved and enjoyed them so much. You did not talk much – but in retrospect we know how much you have flourished, succeeded and achieved achievements in your military service recently. You were packed, active and loved. … Did the price of the race fit in with the cruel chance? … Noah, our Jephthah, will bless you for your sleep forever, and from there please look at us and advise us, show us a way to continue, build and fill the void that has opened up – to be consoled! “Hila said,” Do not believe it. … And again that same frame, and you are in it, standing in front of us, near the holiday table, and this is you, with that conquering smile of yours, a smile a year ago … I come here and stand in front of this cold stone, and two harsh feelings accompany me. A sense of anger – of how unnecessary it is, how much sorrow and tears are poured out here for nothing. On the other hand, a sense of relief / resignation-you were killed in the place you loved most. On your motorcycle, dream your life. … and the tremendous longing and endless crying, and this is not great, too great. … Hello Yiftach, I love you, and miss you. “