Perry (Federbush), Ami

Son of Malka and son of-Zion. He was born on the 14 th of November 1947 in Tel Aviv. When he was six, his family moved to Kibbutz Nir David, where he spent his childhood and youth. He attended elementary school and later classes in Nir David. In his youth he was active in the Gadna-Air and was attached to a youth delegation that was sent to represent Israel in England, and was active in guiding youth in the Hashomer Hatzair movement. He began his course in aviation. As a good young pilot, he advanced quickly and reached the best in the Air Force at the time. Ami was considered an excellent pilot and in training and wars, he was a model for young and veteran pilots. He fought in the War of Attrition during the Yom Kippur War and in the Lebanon War. In September 1976 he went to graduate school and completed his BA in psychology at Bar-Ilan University. During his service he held various command positions: the deputy commander of a squadron and the commander of a squadron. In 1983 he was sent to Paris as Air Attaché. After returning to Israel, he held various training positions in the corps. In this role, as a staff member, he led the IAF to new horizons in training, in its original and thoroughness, while adhering to its path. During the Lebanon War, Ami was the only fighter pilot in the IAF who shot down an enemy aircraft. All the wingers came to greet him when he landed and applauded him. He came down from the ladder with a reserved smile and none of those who patted him on the back did not know then that a terrible disease, two years old, was raging in his body. On the 17th of Tevet 5748 (17.1.1988), he fell during his service and was brought to eternal rest in the military section of the cemetery at Kibbutz Nir David. He left behind a wife – Rivka, two children – Hagai and Ya’ara, parents and two sisters – Hanna and Yehudit. What the enemy pilots could not do, that disease did. He fought for seven years, with the same devotion with which he led the phantoms during the Yom Kippur War. In the language of the corps it will say that it was an agonized dive, with inert motors, to the last drop of fuel. The story of Lt. Col. Ami Peri is not the story of a battle of the kind that the Independence Day newspapers like to glorify. But it’s a battle story, sometimes humiliating, sometimes lonely, and always heroic. He wanted to show that he was the winner. In a letter of condolence to the bereaved family, the unit commander wrote: “We flew together in the squadron during the Yom Kippur War, a difficult war with flight missions that required sacrifice, courage and cold-heartedness. In the past few years, Perry has been dealing with uncompromising struggles, a strong struggle, both mentally and physically, while preserving his ability to fight and fight. A serenity and a radiance of strength and pride, and Perry’s absence is felt in our ranks. ” After his death, a book of poetry, “A Magical Bird,” was published in his memory, in which a few of his drawings and paintings are inscribed, attesting to a unique artistic personality.