Porat, Ravit
Daughter of Rachel and Joseph. Born on August 22, 1977 in Be’er Sheva, Ravit studied at the Korczak Elementary School and at the Comprehensive High School in Be’er Sheva and completed her high school studies at the Ayalon School in Holon. Ravit excelled in her studies and spent many years in art circles in the afternoons, where she studied painting and sculpture. In the Be’er Sheva Comprehensive High School, she studied biology, in the elite class. In her thesis she conducted a research on plants in collaboration with the Society for the Protection of Nature in Israel. In her spare time, she read books often, especially Gerald Durrell’s comic books. She was a member of the Young Maccabee youth movement for about a year. Ravit was a shy introverted child. When she was ten years old, her parents separated and six years later the mother moved with her daughters to Holon, where Ravit continued her studies. Even when she moved to Holon, she remained in good contact with several friends from Be’er Sheva, whom she visited on Saturdays and holidays. Ravit was recruited to the IDF at the beginning of November 1995. After her basic training she was assigned to the Israel Air Force and was sent to a computer course, and her commanders describe her as a wise, intelligent, disciplined and intelligent soldier. In the military cemetery in Holon. She was eighteen years old. Survived by her parents, sister-core and brother Ohad. In a letter of condolence to the family, Chief of Staff Amnon Lipkin-Shahak wrote: “Ravit was described by her commanders as a soldier who fulfilled her duty with devotion, loved to help others and was popular among her commanders and friends alike.” Basic training in training base 12 and joined the computerization course. Ravit was discovered in the course as a devoted mentor who helps others, has always expressed willingness to volunteer for any mission, and has never complained. “Ravit’s mother said about her grave on the anniversary:” You were not like a shadow passing through our fields, “as you wrote. You were a great light, a pride and comfort for all of us. Yaffa, noble, courteous, wise. I thank you, Ravit, for the eighteen Yaffa years we were together, trying with all my might to fulfill your will and continue to live our lives, the Lev and soul of your sister, and to do them good. “A friend and friend, Yisrael Har-Lev, wrote a poem in memory of Ravit: She hung up / fell to the abyss, her shoulders carried on? The question is, if there are other forces in the world / that will bring him back to a dream he dreamed? Is there another purpose to hope or want / to still bother, can you compensate? Or does he not think that he is exhausted, or perhaps he has broken off, he no longer feels “
