,אֵ-ל מָלֵא רַחֲמִים, שׁוכֵן בַּמְּרומִים, הַמְצֵא מְנוּחָה נְכונָה
,עַל כַּנְפֵי הַשְּׁכִינָה בְּמַעֲלות קְדושִׁים, טְהורִים וְגִבּורִים
כְּזֹהַר הָרָקִיעַ מַזְהִירִים, לְנִשְׁמות חַיָּלֵי צְבָא הֲגָנָה לְיִשְׂרָאֵל
Rosenthal, Arie (Arik)
Son of Esther and Hans. He was born on July 8, 1971 in Beilinson Hospital in Petah Tikva. Brother to Orly and Michal. Arik grew up in Kiryat Ono, in the quiet Rimon neighborhood. When he was about two years old, the family went to Switzerland because of the father’s work. Arik spent two and a half years in the Yaffa country – many trips, sleighs in the snowy mountains, and more. When the family returned to their home in Kiryat Ono, Erik entered the kindergarten. At the age of six he went to first grade at the Rimonim elementary school. He found it hard to say good-bye to Mother, so every morning he asked her to watch him from the balcony as he made his way to school. Sometimes he would go back to see if Mother was still waiting… Erik was the symbol of life, full of joy and power, with a developed sense of justice and pursuing truth. Elementary school years passed happily; He was a very intelligent boy, a good student and curious, and the love of reading is well embedded in him. In those years he learned to play the recorder, and when the time came to choose another instrument he chose the violin – a hard instrument for playing, even though the hard-core conservatory wanted to play a flute, according to the needs of the orchestra … but Erik insisted on playing the violin. He continued to play and practice every day, and progressed, with time, from a quarter-to-half violin, until he moved to a complete violin. At the same time, he began playing tennis at the Ramat Hasharon Tennis Center. No one would come back from angry and frustrated tennis competitions, after discovering that one of the children does not tell the truth, and consequently wins. At the age of thirteen Arik went to the Torah, and from then on he performed the kiddush ceremony every Friday night. Family was an important value for him, and he spent his fun with friends only after the Sabbath meal. As a rule, Erik’s relationship with his sisters was characterized by great love, but like any family, the three also experienced stormy hours of quarrels and shouts. He was generous, kind and compassionate. His visits to Grandma Nechama, during her agonizing illness, were her source of light and gave her strength. Arik continued his studies at the junior high school “Son of Tzvi”, and graduated from the Son of Zvi high school in the Raelian track. An outstanding student and investor who, on his own initiative, wanted to study extensively the subjects of mathematics, physics and chemistry, in addition to five units in English. Eric had high self-discipline, the ability to solve problems alone, and his mother testified that he should never have been forced to sit down to study. Eric’s spirit was a spirit of mobilization and action, free of competition – and yet with a constant aspiration to achieve. His love for sport has increased over the years; At the school he stood out as a champion running far away, and when he joined the Amitzur sports association, he discovered the love of rappelling. Later on, he took a course to train guides in the field of surfing the cliffs and was sent to others in the group. He was tired and tired, but pleased. He continued to play tennis in Ramat Hasharon and was also experienced in guiding young children. Above all, of course, his love of violin and music was hovering. Arik played whole pieces of the greatest composers, and in the eleventh grade, after exams and tests, he joined the Young Philharmonic Orchestra, and his love for the country was profound, stemming from a Zionist awareness of his parents, especially his father, who immigrated to Israel and left behind the meat pot in Switzerland. Erik, along with his friends at Amitzur, immersed himself in the country’s hiking trails, took part in a bicycle trip to Eilat, and the feeling of commitment he felt toward the country grew deeper and deeper. Diving “Shayetet 13”. With this lucidity, his love for the sea broke out, and on vacations he would travel with his friends to Eilat and Sinai to dive. Erik’s lively and busy life is spent on tripsBooth to Switzerland, to visit Father Hans’s family. The trips were combined in vacations in the High Alps, and Eric enjoyed the climb in the mountains. His sisters, who were trailing behind in the harsh ways, were encouraged by his stories and jokes. Already as a child, Arik knew how to quote the Hagashash Hahiver skits and recited them accompanied by bursts of laughter, as if he had heard them for the first time. The time for enlistment approached, and as an outstanding student, Erik spent a long time debating whether to go on the reserve track or to enlist – the option to which he continued, and which he eventually chose. Arik was found in an aviation course, successfully completed his training, and when he was drafted in the summer of 1989, he began the course. He did very well in the theoretical part, but when the flights began at the “Pipers” at the “check-ten” stage, he dropped out and left the flight school. Disappointed but determined, he decided to volunteer for the “Shayetet 13” – the naval commando unit, which in retrospect decided his fate. During the difficult and arduous journey of the “Shayetet” route, many of Arik’s friends “fell” who did not keep up with the difficult training, fitness and reliability requirements. But Erik did not fall in spirit and talent, showed incredible motivation, finished the course and became a proud fighter. He was endlessly Simcha when he received the wings of the Daughter of, the special watch, and the uniform with his commando shoes … In his role as diver and in the arduous training, Arik spent hours on end, for months on end, in the polluted Kishon River, Haifa. He spoke little of his service at home, and his parents were unaware of the danger he was in. At the end of his regular service he continued to the regular army and served as a fighter and instructor in the course of training the combat soldier in the “Shayetet”. Upon his release, Arik was accepted to medical studies at the Technion in Haifa – the profession he chose to donate, to help, and to heal people. His years in Haifa were full of interest and pure pleasure, and here he also found his happiness with Ranit, the reserve officer of the Naval Commando unit, and later his wife and his son Omer. During his six years of medical studies, he graduated with honors, but did not ask for help from his parents, but worked for a variety of jobs – guarding and securing the Haifa port, securing El Al flights, lectures on complementary medicine courses as a night doctor at the kibbutz and research worker at Carmel Hospital. On March 19, 2000, Arik and Ranit’s wedding party took place, and in the midst of their studies and work, they even managed to celebrate a honeymoon Hadar in Croatia On December 24, 2000, the day the Saranets were informed, the sky fell, and Arik received a seizure that was a sign of a terrible disease that had broken out in his brain: cancer, a young man who was not yet thirty years old, a doctor who understood exactly what was happening. The Kishon, the malignant Kishon, the Kishon, in the group at the bottom of which Erik spent many hours, hit the young, healthy man who was about to break forward in his life, after repeated hospitalizations, endless tests and emergency treatments, Which fought three types of cancer, which led the battle of the “Shayetet” and concentrated the scientific and information activities of the victims of the Kishon, Ness And Eric Varnish New York, the United States, where he began treatment prolonged Eric, innovative and experimental. The treatments were difficult, the pain unbearable, and yet Erik did not lose optimism and hope, and was determined to fight until his last breath. On September 26, 2001, on the eve of Yom Kippur, the son of Arik and Ranit, Omer David, was born in New York. Eric participated in Lida and was excited and thrilled. There was a brief period of grace in the doorway, and it seemed that the disease had stopped. On January 15, 2002, the couple returned with their baby to Israel, and in their hearts there is hope that it will comeThey will live in a new and healthy life. In our warm nest in Kiryat Ono, Raveh was Simcha, Simcha and Simcha with Omer. He swallowed every chirp from his lips, laughed his sweet laugh, and went on with follow-up and treatment. “Salt of the Earth” was Arik, a straight Zionist, faithful to his country and a courageous fighter. A man of truth, in the simple and familiar sense, full of values and rich in wisdom. His ability to withstand every enemy gave him the strength to fight, even when he knew that victory was beyond him. Even when he visited him in his sickbed, the former commander of the fleet, Yedidya Yaari, Erik told him that when he did, he wanted to return as a doctor to the beloved unit. Indeed, Erik believed he would be healthy! An optimistic man who fought like Aryeh and was a symbol for other cancer patients in his ability to maintain joy even when the power inside was over – “a man in June, supernatural,” in the words of his family. Eric kept his family and strengthened her every moment. Even on days when he was in a bad mood and suffering from terrible pain, he did not sink into indignation and anger. He was self-satisfied and Simcha, he was and remained strong and noble. On Lag BaOmer, April 30, 2002, Eric’s classmates received the prestigious title “Doctor of Medicine”. Arik, who was already hospitalized in the Beit Wiesel hospice, did not participate in the ceremony because he did not do his residency because of his illness. After discussions, the management of the Technion Faculty of Medicine decided that Arik, who graduated with honors, deserves the title. On June 24, 2002, all the professors came to Beit Weisel and gave Erik a tear-inspiring ceremony for the MD certificate. Arik was sworn in the “oath of the doctor” and stood up and said, “Amen, I will.” With pride and happiness, at his best, he excitedly thanked everyone for giving him the privilege, and promised to try to be an example to other doctors. Exactly two weeks later, on 1 July 2002, after a year and a half of difficult war, of efforts and hopes, Dr. Arik Rosenthal was defeated in a battle for his life, at the age of thirty-one. He was laid to rest in the Kiryat Shaul military cemetery. Survived by Ranit, his wife, Omar, his nine month old son, his parents Etty and Hans and his two sisters, Orly and Michal. His good friend from the “Shayetet”, Tomer, eulogized him on behalf of the Ch2 team, February 1990: “Arik, you, the one who was the best of the best, the one who fought and always wins, fell to the door of that damn disease. , In those long dives in the frozen, stale water you would smile as if ‘everything is small.’ In the long journeys with the heavy backpack, you would push those who were harder, without noise, everything simply, without fakes, without pretense, without Complications, with a clear truth, are only clear to you. For a moment it seemed that the disease had no chance against you, and even in the last few days, when you knew that your days were numbered, you were grateful for what you had in your life, and you had a lot !! … You seemed to appreciate and thank your supportive family, and you were sad that they were sad for you. God in heaven, say that saving one life in Israel as if saved a whole world – Eric saved two of us. Take the best of us all. Take care of him, he’s our best friend. “He said goodbye to Eric, his friend, Prof. Gidi Rechavi:” Thinking about Arik is to think of an incomparable perfection! The most intelligent, the most courageous, a combination of the best student with a brave warrior who plays the violin. … but Eric was also the most charming and loving person I knew. Already at our first meeting, I was heartbroken and tore my Lev. I felt and knew that he knew and understood the gravity of his situation, and invested every effort in encouraging his family, whom he loved so much … The worse his condition, the more I admired the way he dealt with the worst and hardest of all, With niceness, humor, and surprisingly – without anger. Eric taught us all how, when he was at full strength, to stand out and lead the army and the medical school, and how, as his illness progressed, to preserve human dignity. … His memory and legacy will remain in Omer, in the family, and in all of us, who have been privileged to meet such a wonderful and wonderful person. “Ranit wrote:” My brave friend! Thank you for the Yaffa joy that is rolling in your laughter. Thanks for the magic moments, the embrace, the kiss. Thank you for the smile – the spark of flame that illuminated my life in the secret of joy. Thank you for fighting, suffering and being silent in a lost war. Thank you for your strength, for your daring, for the trust you gave us, even at a difficult hour. Thank you for your good Lev, the giver and the lover … Thank you for the great love that has won, blossomed and blossomed. A few days before his death, with his last efforts, he appeared before the Shamgar Commission, which was appointed to examine the connection between diving in the Kishon and cancer, which many of the fighters in the Kishon Valley The flotilla did not merit to see the publication of the report, which, as a result of its unequivocal conclusions, was recognized as an IDF space. His tragic story aroused many echoes in the country. In May 2000, the newspaper Yedioth Ahronoth, which exposed the cancer affair in the Shayetet in May 2000, followed the course of his illness and, very close to his death, published a large and moving article about him. Arik is commemorated in the annual Catamarans cruise to Achziv, a boat designed to raise awareness of water pollution in Israel’s rivers and the Mediterranean Sea. His name is commemorated in the wall of the fallen at the Son of Tzvi High School, in the wall of fallen heroes in Kiryat Ono, and in the memorial room of the Yad Labanim home in the city. His parents published in his memory the book “Arik – Our Little Prince …”, which tells the story of his life. The book was dedicated to Omer, his son, “so that we can tell what you can not remember … For your sake, for the sake of Mother Ranit and for us, he did all he could, to the limit of human ability, to overcome and live! And he decided. ” (This page is part of the Yizkor memorial project held by the Ministry of Defense)