Reich, Arbel Yitzhak

Ben Yael and Moshe Aharon. Was born on May 19, 1986 in the community village of Yuvalim in the Misgav Regional Council, where he was educated at the children’s home and kindergarten in Yuvalim, where he acquired his formal education – elementary and high school – at Misgav Regional School and completed twelve years As a youth, Arbel played on the basketball team of “Misgav” and during his career played in the basketball league as a player in the Yuvalim team, Arbel loved music and played drums and percussion for many years. And was known for his fondness for water sources (springs, streams, natural pools, cisterns, etc.) Contributing to the company and as a partner was an inseparable part of his personality, engaged in volunteer activities with children with special needs with whom he spent sailing boats on the Acre coast. He joined the IDF and served in the anti-tank unit of the “Orev” unit of the Givati ​​Brigade, was very proud of his position and “poisoned” for the unit. . Arbel was a friendly man, very fond of his friends, a central figure in the company and in the unit, responsible, with integrity and values. The battalion commander said: “You could always see you at the head of your soldiers, in a routine and in a battle, as a sergeant, a team that took care of all your soldiers’ needs and kept them small and large. Clear and clear. “You knew how to stand up for yourself and were not afraid to say what was on your heart.” On July 12, 2007, Arbel fell in battle in Gaza. At approximately 2:00 am, forces from the Givati ​​Brigade’s reconnaissance battalion entered the outskirts of the al-Bureij refugee camp. An exchange of fire erupted with armed Palestinians and a charge was used against the force. Arbel was hit by the fire and killed on the spot. Two more soldiers were wounded. Arbel was twenty-one years old when he fell. He was brought to rest in the Misgav cemetery. Survived by parents and two sisters. On his tombstone was engraved the verse: “The deer of Israel on your mounts is a space where the mighty have fallen.” On the grave of Arbel, his father eulogized him: “… what a reverse world, fathers are eulogizing sons, and not vice versa, let alone grandma brings a grandson to be buried.” How symbolic Arbeli was born on the tenth of Iyar, And today, on the 27th of Tammuz, the day of Grandma Sima’s passing, we bring you to eternal rest. … Even today, some symbolic Arbeli, we went to the hospital in Nahariya to say goodbye to you, to the place from which your funeral procession came out. How symbolic, the same hospital from which the funeral procession of Grandpa Baruch and Grandfather Jacob went. Arbeli, we will continue as a family to be together, supporting each other and being as strong as possible. … We will continue Arbel’s path, through giving, loving, helping others and modesty. “Arbel, only yesterday you fought valiantly and fiercely in the fire of hell in Gaza,” said the commander of the battalion: “You are a beloved and dear son of ours, son of Yuvalim, son of Misgav, son of the Galilee, son of Yasar Givati ​​and the Israel Defense Forces.” And today we part from you. It’s strange to talk about a warrior in the past tense, especially one like you, Arbel, dominant, cool, and everyone’s friend. As it was in the routine, so in fighting and under fire. … fought valiantly and diligently at the task, at the head of the force, while giving a personal example to the other soldiers of the company. … It is important for me to know that your friends have completed their mission and have worked with devotion and courageIn order to achieve the objectives of the operation and to obtain the hands of the murderers. Arbel’s legacy will be a candle to our feet. Arbel, I salute you on your last journey. “From the eulogy of Erez, head of Misgav Regional Council, on behalf of Misgav residents:” … I remember the preparations that you and your friends made before enlisting. The journeys, the navigators, the bearing of weight and the simulations of the preparations for special units – all in order to contribute the best and the best to the people and the state. After the training session, you enlisted, and even though you could not get exactly where you wanted – you insisted, struggled and reached the Givati ​​Crow – a special, special unit. … It is clear to you that you are the landscape of your homeland. … Arbel’s soul was confused by the bundle of life of Misgav residents. “After Arbel’s fall, many articles appeared in the print and electronic media covering the event in the Gaza Strip, and the newspaper of the Misgav settlements devoted a photo of Arbel and two of the sheets There were extensive articles on Arbel and eulogies were added, and it was written about Arbel: “In the pictures he left behind, a cute young man is seen. The eulogies that were uttered in front of his grave portray a figure with a sensitive and caring human texture, which combines the love of life, the love of the family, the love of the homeland, the “poison” against the army, and the friendship as a supreme value. Arbel had a clear social significance for the team of mutual responsibility. He was just waiting to be drafted, to be on a team in an elite unit and to contain everything he dreamed of – about us, about the members. I remember him saying, ‘No, no, the team is not just for now, it’s for reserve duty – for life.’ Now, facing the top, I suddenly realize that Arbel was the core of the team, connecting between the more and less leading, more interconnected and less. He was the leader of all social integration. … he had the poison to want to meet any good task – whether it was the result of the team in some exam – or to succeed in navigation, and the main thing is that the team succeeds. “Ruthie, the 12th grader:” Dear Arbel. I came to the conclusion that you were special because you had the rare combination of mischief, responsibility, special sensitivity and value … In the past month I have remembered so many stories that have been connected to you, you have all discovered a special sensitivity … It’s so precious to us, so special … and you’re missing! ” Gidi Zilber wrote: “… We went through everything together, from the residence to the army, you were always there – worried about us, our Polish mother … Arbeli, you always wanted to be a hero, to be the first, the army was for you the peak of ambition, We remember you every Friday at Iris’s house, a few experiences from the army with a big grin on your face, proud of the rubbing you managed to snatch in all kinds of strange ways, and that’s how you lived your life, always first, always giving yourself For all of them, at least we can console ourselves with the fact that you have finished as you believed, as a hero … Arbeli, we love you, you were everything to us and more. Yad, the Yovelimnikim are less than one. ” “Arbel was the same person who needed someone on the team or there was a quarrel in the team, Arbel would be there to help, talk and try to calm and compromise, and when the team ran with a stretcher on a test or exercise and you could no longer carry anyone and you There is no power to replace you on a stretcher, of course Arbel will take from you even if he runs out of every particle of energy like everyone else, and in the same way perhaps in the most extreme way, if you have to go into the first house, Arbel will enter first and will not hesitate, Arbel would not think twiceAnd do what it takes, because that’s what needs to be done. And in the same way if you need a ‘Negev’ to go ahead and open the area, that too will make Arbel because someone has to take this role. … But beyond all, Arbel, you were a friend of mine and I loved you because I just loved you and you will miss me. “Amir wrote:” When you think about Arbel, you can understand why God is always taking the best because you have always been the best Good in all respects, the glue that unites and motivates the team, the one that organizes all the team evenings and trips, a real leader. … Except for the huge hole you left in each and every one of us, you left a huge hole in the team. Commanders came and commanders went but Arbel the leader always stayed. God took you. He must have someone like you, someone to move things and wake up the old and all the lazy who refuse to get up. Arbelon, forever will remain in our hearts. We lost a real friend … “Amnon, a member of the team, wrote:” Always smiling, always laughing. … Only the other day I came to you and told you what ‘bag’ is to carry the Negev to activity, and of course you laughed and smiled naturally. … and how every morning you would come in to wake everyone up with a grin from ear to ear and shout: ‘Good morning, good morning’ just because a new day has begun and the sun is shining. And there was not a single trip that if someone was a little hurt under the stretcher, you would not be a straight replacement, even if you had dragged an hour and you just left. And who cared more about the staff than you did? And who has always organized all the conversations to improve the team if not you Arbel! And how did it happen that you volunteered both on Rosh Hashana and Sukkot because you wanted the guys to go out and have fun at home? You had your special place on the team. You were a person who could come and talk about everything. There were times when you and only you were holding us in the toughest situations of the team. “You are a true friend of Arbel, in the full sense of the word.” On the 30th anniversary of his downfall, his mother wrote: “Thirty days have passed since that knock on the door since the worst message has come upon us, and we are still unable to digest. … There is no anger in our hearts, only a large and painful space, and many, many question marks. Why? Why is it taken from us? So young, so full of life and plans. Why? … from the day you were born, always cheerful, active, original, full of friends, having a broad heart, loving challenges, at the center of things, thinking about everyone, caring, organizing, keeping justice and standing on your own. In the past month and especially during the shiva, we heard many stories about your work and were excited to hear those peaks take the values ​​you absorbed in your home and environment. Being drafted into an elite combat unit was both a value and a dream for you. You loved what you did. There is no consolation but at least we know that you are separated from us as a hero and in the way that suits you best. It’s hard for us to be cute, but for you, we decided to keep the family, to make sure that life will overcome the power of bereavement, to move on and to make sure that always, always be part of us. Comfortable in peace and our beloved child. We love you – Mom, Dad, Einav, Moran and Grandma Sarah. “Arbel’s close friends composed, composed and recorded three songs in his memory: Oren Gifman’s poem” Here You Are Here “:” How You Sacrificed Your Life / If you knew / Arbelon will not continue with us // Even if you are not with us / Close my eyes and here you are here / In your eyes a reflection of sky and sea / And the wind sends you infinitely / That’s how you loved nature / And now you’re part of the scenery You are here / Like a flower in its season is blooming / And not in its season has been extinct and nobel / I asked this day is / Is next season we will return to travel // Even though you are not with us / close my eyes and here you are Here and so you will stay a little longer with us / but you will always remain in our hearts, Arbelon. “”You know my brother, that the sun will rise tomorrow! / That tomorrow will be light and sunset, moon and blossom!” Do you hear a dear friend, the chirping of the birds? / You feel my heart breaking to pieces // When will you be back? When will I wake up? / Where do you go? / Tell me a friend! / When is it over? Where are you going? / It’s hard for me without you … Friend … // You know my rag, Do you hear my friend, the sounds of war? / You feel my friends, how everyone cries to you? / When will you come back, when will I wake up? Without you … Arbel. ” Ilan Fleischmann’s poem “Come Back Here”: “In a season of many and hot in my mouth / On lightning nights and I need you // In moments of joy / Days of sadness / Seconds of confusion / times of rhythm // In a corrupt dance, at a wild party / Amazing / in moments of joy / When you make coffee and spill on the floor / When I’m cold and you are not / I’m so sad … // On a long walk when the pain is on / Coffee in a Chinese bag / with an amazing smile and a silly sentence // Come back here … “