Ben Dafna and Menachem (Blue). He was born out of great love in Eilat on the 14th of Cheshvan 5743 (14.11.1982). Ben, granddaughter and great-grandson of the family, brother Lipat, Itai, Shahar and Amit. When Tomer was four years old, the family moved to Moshav Moledet in the Jezreel Valley, where he began his studies at the Motzkin School. Already in the early grades he was interested in many fields: geography, history, aviation, philatelic, karate and bird watching, but his great love was basketball. Sixth graders from Moledet moved to the middle and high school in the Harod Valley. Tomer was well integrated into the new class, and even then he was discovered as a leader both in society and in school. During his Bar Mitzvah year, Tomer prepared a comprehensive work of roots in which he studied the roots of the family and showed great interest in its history and its family tree. He heard stories from the extended family, especially his grandparents, to whom he was very attached. He concluded his work by saying: “When I grow up, I want to be a pilot and play basketball at Maccabi Tel Aviv.” Three weeks after Rabin’s assassination, which greatly influenced Tomer and his classmates, on November 25, 1995, Tomer celebrated his Bar Mitzvah and went to the Torah in the synagogue in the moshav. At the end of 9th grade, Tomer and his friends went to the “Madatzim” course, which was 10 days of fun, activities, training and acquaintances with people from all over the country – true leadership! Tomer chose to continue his studies in the sciences, Tomer and the rest of the guys were on a cart in the back, and the preferred destination was the observatory at Kochav Hayarden, where they would sit for hours around a campfire and talk about “subjects “Over the years, strong friendships have been established with all his classmates from Moledet and the children from the kibbutzim in the area Who was loved by all his friends and always consulted him on every subject in the world, because he was known for his sharp vision and his cynical sense of humor: At the beginning of 12th grade, Tomer went with the school delegation to Poland. Tomer was proud as a Jew and an Israeli to hoist the Israeli flag on Polish soil. The journey left a deep impression on him and changed his life. At the high school graduation party, Tomer was the star of the show – singing, acting and dancing. The theme song at the party was “Going to the Unknown”, a song that continued to sing non-stop. In July 2000, after graduating from high school, Tomer and his classmates left for Greece, together with the YB group from Kibbutz Gvat, who financed the money they earned during the year, which was an unforgettable experience for Tomer and his friends. A month after his return from Greece, Tomer and his parents returned to a two-week excursion to Belgium and the Netherlands: amusement parks, horses, caves, mountain trains, wild meals, sailing and lots of fun. These were two weeks of real consolidation, leaving each member of the family with memories, pleasures, and unfulfilled experiences And the world. Until joining worked Tomer problem with the crops (crops) homeland. He was an outstanding worker, diligent and devoted. Despite many hours of work, Tomer did not give up on entertainment with his classmates. Coffee in rooms, movies, tours, travel to Kokhba, pubs, parties and basketball and volleyball games. Tomer was a true friend who helped, supported and initiated and was always reliable. Tomer loved, played and lived basketball from an early age. Tomer began to practice and play in the sixth grade in the Hapoel Gilboa teams, and went to interview players from Maccabi Tel Aviv for a job at the school, watched the games and was captured by the club.The warm and special shot of the fans at the Hall. Over the years he has become a fan of Maccabi Tel Aviv and the various NBA teams. Even after enlisting, Tomer spent his time on training vacations for the children’s company of Moledet, which participated in a basketball tournament in 2002 and reached the honorable status of the semifinals, teaching them in his own way, his faith in leadership, and teamwork. In January 2001, Tomer was drafted into the IDF for a pilot course, and after a year he signed a waiver and although he was offered selected positions in the IAF, he insisted on getting to a combat unit and was transferred to the Nahal paramilitary brigade. On the 10th of Adar 2, 5763 (March 10, 2003), Sergeant Tomer Ron was killed in a battle in Hebron, during which he was shot and killed by terrorists at the age of 20. He left behind him Parents, sister and three brothers The funeral took place on March 12, 2003 in Moshav Moledet cemetery Thousands of people from all over the country participated in the funeral and among the participants were the chief of staff and the head of the Northern Command, Family. In addition, Doron Gamchi, who represented Maccabi Tel Aviv, came from the team that Tomer was a fan of. His family members write: “Tomer’s sudden departure shocked everyone around him, leaving us with an enormous void that can not be filled in, not in the pictures and stories we have seen and heard since his fall.Now, eight months after his death, We are the light of Tomer – the powerful light of life … He lights us the way forward and we draw from him the strength to continue, out of great love and great longing. ” Captain Dan Goldfuss, commander of the Sayeret unit, told Tomer: “Tomer … you – the brave fighter, the one who always wants to be the first, to be Kadima, the one who is not willing to hear that he is watching and only wants to lead and be a leader. You, the cynic, the friend, the person whom everyone so loved and drew strength from, the thread that binds everyone – is not. I remember how we went shoulder to shoulder on so many tasks, how you taught me courage and how cool it was. I remember the Operation Cave Man, how a fire opened at point-blank range and you do not move, look, lift your head, identify the terrorists who are fleeing, shoot and hurt, what a success … You know that what distinguishes fighters from the Patrol is not the pin, , The greed, the initiative, the striving for touch, the desire to be ahead and lead, to take every mission and to win. “From the words of the chief of staff, Lieutenant General Moshe Ya’alon,” We returned to the valley on the thirtieth day of Tomer’s fall, the valley where Tomer experienced his childhood, his youth and the beginning of his maturity, and the valley to him will never return. , In this place where the pioneers redeemed the land, which gives rise to the good of us, a wonderful combination of a land in which the values of giving, young people, rooted deep in the heavy earth of a people fighting for its existence, are intertwined. People, and education for the love of the homeland – are missing you … Every time I met Blue and Daphna, Dafna said, “Bogie, save Tomer.” I followed Tomer Megusso, and he did not know it. Aviation course, I followed the stubborn decision to reach a combat unit after dropping the course, although other possibilities, more convenience faced. I followed the arrival reconnaissance, and he did not know it. A few months ago I was presented with an investigation into a successful operation by the Nahal paramilitary brigade in the Hebron area against Islamic Jihad terrorists. “The operation was filmed from an observation post, and the film was shown to me in the framework of the investigation, and at a certain stage you see the image of a fighter who at the critical stage identifies the terrorists, opens fire and hits them.Tee, who is this? Tomer, the company commander, told me, and added praise for his performance, and no one knew that for me it was Tomer of Dafna and Blue, whom Daphne wanted me to watch over … Tomer’s friends and acquaintances learned that Tomer was a courageous fighter Tomer was what we all expected to be – a symbol, a model for his colleagues, a beloved friend among his friends and commanders, and I am not surprised that I know the house from which he came – my grandfather Motke and grandmothers and parents – Daphne and Blue. ” From the words of Noam Tibon, commander of the Nahal Brigade, on the day of the “thirty”: “Tomer grew up in a house that educated him to take responsibility. The roots of this wonderful family are in the service of the Palmach, the settlement of the land in the Arava and the homeland, and in every generation there is a relatively small group of the Jewish people that fills the security of Israel with its shoulders and volunteers to the combat units on the front line, Blue, and Tomer himself, as the eldest son of the family, he volunteered for the best units, first for a pilot course and later for the Nahal commando unit. The top values in the Nahal Brigade are royality, modesty and professionalism, such as Tomer – a great friend who would stay on Saturdays for the sake of his friends, members of the Rossman team, who loved him like a brother Tomer was a modest man, a real modesty that came from a strong personality and the support he received at home. Was a professional and courageous fighter who had often passed the fire test in the intensive operations carried out by the commando unit in the current fighting … It is important to me that Tomer know that your friends did not give up, surrounded the house and did not leave until they killed the terrorist at dawn. “The family writes in” Thirty “:” Night, darkness, there is, knock on the door, we woke up, we did not get up, we did not open. We were crying, lots of people, silence, silence, we went to say good-bye to you, so beautiful, calm, happy, with the smile. What a pain, a last touch, a frozen kiss, a farewell, a love, a rain, a funeral, a coffin, a thousand people, friends, soldiers, a flag, a pit, earth, flowers, eulogies, a volley of shots, Why, how can it be? What’s wrong, maybe it’s not true Tomer, already a month of endless pain and pain. An arrow that is stuck in our hearts and every day that passes, it implants itself deeper and deeper. Tomer, we cry – refuse to believe and accept that suddenly you left us without notice and left us in this darkness and this space alone. Tomer, we wanted to tell you how many people came, called, wrote, inquired, faxed, asked, brought, told, loved and especially hurt. And it’s all for you – for who you are and for what you are! Tomer, we wanted you to know that despite everything you are the one who will lead us on. You will be our North Star and your light will be strengthened. You are with us, around us and in our midst every second and every minute. Only on your way will we go, and only from you will we draw the strength to continue. You will show us the direction, the way, the truth. And Tomer, we wanted to say thank you. Thank you for the wonderful 20 years you have given us. Thanks – for all the moments of happiness and joy together. Thank you – for being a wonderful and unique older son and brother, admirable. Thank you-for always trying not to worry us. Thank you for the personality and the person in you. And thanks for the pride you filled us – on your way. Dear angels of heaven, you have received the most angel that is pure, beautiful, hero, wise, brave, kind, entertainer, happy, proud, happy, and above all – a true friend! One who will only arrange for parties, pubs, teeGames, basketball, travel, activities, laughter and will always help and give a hand at any time and hour for anything that is necessary. Tomer, take care of us from above – we really need your guard to keep going down here. “My Tomer, forgive me that I’m just sitting down to write to you, it’s just so hard for me. And maybe I’m actually seeing you as a kind of farewell to you and I’m not prepared to accept your separation from you. Maybe because I remember you so alive, maybe because I did not see you in any other situation – dead – and that’s how I remember you – alive! … My only consolation is that you died without pain, and you were killed proud of the job you loved so much, That’s how you loved and were proud of her and we were and we are still so proud of you. I remember how they always laughed at me at school when I was wearing your shirts, even in my yearbook they put it on. But I did not care and I always went, and I will continue to walk with them with great pride because that’s how I’m Tomer, I’m just proud of you and I’ve always been and if I never told you then you’ll know I love you so much! Tomer, my big brother and beloved, I am with you and you are in my heart forever. “Tomer’s team writes:” Tomer, at your funeral, when I put a shirt on the fresh grave, we all thought, ‘How true,’ the crew died with you. What we were and will never be again. How we wanted to be with you a little longer, to see you smiling again. A month has passed, we still do not digest, but one thing we understood and we must believe – we did not die with you, Tomer, it’s you who lives with us! Every experience we have experienced during your military service lives and beats in our hearts. Your pictures in our heads are still colorful, warm and beautiful, and smiling at us with the same humor, in the same grace. This country, whose paths we met together, and on long nights we saw you walking with a vest, a bag and a weapon, and those long legs, as indifferent to difficulty, with the cynical smile on your lips, the land you loved so much and protected, To witness your name. Tomer’s mother writes to him: “The saddest and most difficult day was your birthday. 21. The house filled with flowers, friends, refreshments, drinking and only you did not arrive. We waited and waited and we were still waiting. The happiest day of the year was exactly one month later, on my birthday. You have sent me a wonderful birthday present, that night you appeared to me in a dream, happy, calm, loving, happy, how I wanted it to come true and I would wake up and you would really be there. Even in a place where all dreams come true, the magic did not happen, and it remained just a dream … Tomer, I wanted to tell you about your brothers, how proud they were, how much you were proud of them. She got involved in your team and became like some of them, she experienced what you did, went up to a fanatic mountain, a single evening, culture, activities, promotions, as close as possible. In so connected to you each in his unique way. Mischievous but very young men. And some are high – as if trying to climb to get to you. ‘And fellow – came fourth grade in a new school in Ein Harod. Asking questions so wise, hard, and real. Only 9 years old, still a child but understands and copes with the harsh reality. The three of them play basketball and do not give up on the NBA and Maccabi Tel Aviv games you loved so much. And in each of them there is something of you – the smile, the gaze, the height, the quiet,”My brother, Itai, writes to him:” Tomer, I remember how you taught me everything I know, how you would give me tips on life, how funny you were, and beat when you needed to. . I remember you as my beloved and beloved brother, and I had a smile on my face, a smile that only you can put on my face. Tomer, I’m sitting at home waiting. Waiting for Friday at 12:00 to go with Father to get you from the central bus station in Afula. Then meet you. And you yell at me from a distance, “Hey, what’s going on, Swan,” and in the process give me a punch in the shoulder. Tomer, I’m waiting for one-on-one games on our lot. To run me from side to side. Tomer, I’m waiting to smell you, to hug you, to ask you what’s going on in the army. Tomer, I wait and wait and wait … Maybe you left me physically but always in my soul a hero, admired, wise and beloved. “It’s natural that the family chose to commemorate him in the establishment of a basketball court in Moshav Moledet, as he would like to see it. Which included groups of children and youth from all over the region and outside it.To Tomer’s memory, a website was set up at www.tomer-ron.co.il.