Peled, Meir

Ben Chaya and Amos Hadad, the first Sabra for a family that immigrated to Israel in 1957. Born in Be’er Sheva on the 11th of Iyar 5708 (1.5.1958). Brother to Naomi, Tami, Yoram, Dorit, Efrat, Zvi and Haim. Meir grew up in Be’er Sheva. He started his education at a state-religious school and stood out as a good and clever student. In the psychotechnical tests of the Ministry of Education he received a very high grade on the national level, and proved that he had a particularly high intelligence. He was Meir and when he was thirteen he left his parents’ home and moved to the “Bnei Akiva Yeshiva” in Be’er Sheva. He was well integrated into the life of the boarding school, invested in studies and was active in the Bnei Akiva movement. He would come to his home once every two weeks, share his experiences and help his parents. He graduated with honors and a full matriculation certificate. When he enlisted in the IDF on August 4, 1976, Meir was appointed to the Maintenance Corps, where he began his career in the army, and in the summer of 1978 he began his army service. Who served as head of a branch in the Ashdod fuel center, commander of the BILU maintenance base, and in his last position, commander of the Be’er Sheva fuel base. Good kindness and infinite ability to give were among Meyer’s outstanding characteristics and were apparent wherever he went. As a child, he helped the elderly to cross the street and accompanied them to their homes, and took a blind neighbor, who took care of him from the center of the neighborhood. Even as a commander, the good of the other always stood before him. Meir was prominent in projects he led in the Israel Defense Forces, with the desire to advance processes and constantly strive to find creative solutions to problems. Meir nurtured the soldiers, encouraged them to show responsibility and recognize their contribution, and thanks to him, many of them completed their service successfully. According to Dorit, his older sister, Meir is given much responsibility and responsibility for his soldiers. As part of her role as an evaluator of the National Insurance Institute, she came to a family in Dimona on one occasion. During the interview, she suddenly noticed that a large framed photograph of Meir was hanging on the wall. Stunned and amazed at the question; The parents told her about their son, who was in various difficulties during his service and almost gave up and left the army. Meir “stood on his hind legs,” in their words, supported the soldier – both financially and emotionally, and made him recognize the value itself and its specific contribution. Thanks to Meir, the parents told Dorit, their son finished his service with respect and Meir called “Dad”. Three children were born to Meir. His eldest daughter Shani, from his first marriage, was born on August 10, 1980. A few years after his divorce he married Orly, and the two established their home in the community community Ezer in the Beer Tuvia Regional Council. Their daughter Eden was born on September 14, 1988, and Roi, the youngest son, joined the family on 19.9.1993. Orly notes that Meir was an exemplary husband and father, sensitive and attentive to his children and their needs. He had tremendous knowledge, she says, in the history of the Jewish people and geography, and he loved traveling with the children throughout the country and teaching them heritage and history. Meir’s life rested on solid foundations of love for Israel’s tradition and faith in the Creator of the Universe. For the rest of his life, he kept the festivals and customs kosher, loved the prayers and was familiar with the tastes of the Bible. In the synagogue in the moshav, he read Torah and prepared children for the bar mitzvah. But Meir had another aspect of openness and mischief. Meir was a man full of joie de vivre, a real “Kundson”, a lot of childish nonsense, teasing and nagging. Shani, his eldest daughter, tells of his cynical sense of humor and wit. “fatherHe would say directly what he thinks, “she recalls.” He was a very realistic, thorough, creative person. We had a common language. He was a father who gave a lot. “The special relationship between Meir and Shani, the warmth and love he lavished on her, and the concern he displayed for her testify to some of the childhood stories she creates in her heart:” As a child, I was a problematic eater. Father took a plate, divided it in half, and while feeding me with infinite patience, he told me the story of the splitting of the Red Sea. It was his creative way of educating me, a creativity expressed in every field. “An additional anecdote is remembered for two of the early years.” Until the age of three I sucked sucking. Father did everything to stop me. He carved and peeled sucking whatever he could-carrots, candy, and so on, but nothing helped. Until one day he told me that his Adam’s apple was the result of swallowing a pacifier at the age of 3. “At that moment, Shani threw the pacifier, and that ended the affair … She also talks about the great support her father gave her when she enlisted in the IDF, In basic training and coping with her difficulties as a new soldier. “He was big and strong, and always there for me,” she concludes. One of the children Meir prepared for the Bar Mitzvah was a child with disabilities who suffered a mild retardation. Meir did not give the child leniency, and demanded that he be ready for a great sermon. “I will not be on the rise to your Torah,” he told him, and did not explain. And indeed, unfortunately, that emotional status did not merit Meir to arrive. Meir seemed to feel that his days were numbered. He had prepared himself for the last Seder of his life, as if he knew that this would be the last time he would celebrate Passover. Meir decided to organize a major Seder night at the base, for the benefit of the few soldiers. In preparation for the holiday, his brother Zvi says, Meir shines all the base rooms, took care of cleanliness and kept the meat and vegetables kosher. He also invited all the previous commanders of the base to their families, and to his mother’s dismay, informed her that, contrary to family tradition, he would also be at the base, not with the large family. “I want to celebrate my last holiday with my soldiers,” he told her. To her question, why he used the phrase “the last holiday”, did not provide an explanation and that question remained hanging in the air. After his fall, his family learned from Lieutenant Colonel Fadida, who replaced Meir in his post, that during their joint studies, Meir wrote to him on a note: “I do not think my heart will last.” Lieutenant-Colonel Meir Peled fell in the line of duty on the 9th of Nisan 5759 (9.4.1999), a week after the seder seder he organized. Meir, who felt pain in his chest, went to the doctor, who, after examining him, offered him access to a specialist, and released him. The next day, when he was fixing his wife’s car, Meir collapsed suddenly. The medical team summoned to the scene had no choice but to determine his death from cardiac arrest. Forty-one was Lieutenant Colonel Meir Peled in his fall. He was laid to rest in the Ashdod military cemetery. Survived by Raya, two daughters and a son, a father, four sisters and three brothers. “He was an outstanding officer, a friend and a good man,” one of his friends eulogized him. Meir was immortalized in various factories. A monument erected in his memory was erected next to the new synagogue in Moshav Ezer. A synagogue and a candlestick were also donated to the synagogue. A Torah scroll written in memory of Meir was inserted into a synagogue in Jerusalem. A soup kitchen named “Zichron Meir” was established in Ashdod and food distribution activities are being organized for the needy. “Four years have passed, and we were relatively young and young at the time, I grew up with time, and Roy is not so small, I hope, Dad, that from where you are, you can follow us and see How we growAnd develop. But know that as time passes and we grow, it does not get easier as people have promised us. One day I remembered the song we sang when I was a little girl: ‘My father has a ladder / reaches almost to heaven / and my father is so hungry / eating a meal twice. / And my father is the best / And my father is the best in the world / And only because of me is my father / Because he promised me that he is only mine. ‘ So if this ladder really reaches the sky, maybe I can climb it up and come up, even for a moment, to you. I take comfort in the fact that in my little heart you have a wide corner filled with a great deal of admiration and love, full of your thanks to beautiful, special and happy childhood memories. And every time it is hard and painful for me to open that corner of the heart, I will draw from it and gather strength to continue. I want you to know that even if you are so far away from us, you, dear father, mother, Roi and I always love and miss you. That in you we are always proud, and that your memory will remain in our hearts for ever and ever. “When I stand here in front of you, in such an emotional ceremony, I feel that my father, Meir Peled, stands behind me and supports me.” When we stand full of grief on this day, , We have to look around us and see with satisfaction our green and flourishing country, our blue and white flag waving, and us, the children and youth, the generation of the future, despite all the difficulties and obstacles we continue, even when it is difficult for us. To those who are no longer with us, because we have not forgotten or forgotten, you are always with us and we continue with you, for your sake and for your memory. With a wish: I wish we win and we will be, my generation, being a soldier in the Israeli Defense peace, and I wish the land is quiet and serenity envelop us. Let it be! “