Rami, son of Hani Willy (Ze’ev), was born on May 21, 1948, in Maayan Baruch, where his family left Maayan Baruch and settled in the “Habonim” communal moshav on the Carmel coast, completing his elementary studies at the local school And at Kfar-Galim High School, his friend Shlomo told him: “As soon as Rami arrived at our school, a multicolored boy was discovered, who was a great man in every field. He was talented, excelled in his studies – although he usually did not invest much effort in sports and hand-crafts. He was sturdy as an oak and with great physical strength, inherited from his father who was a boxing champion in his youth. He never used his power in a negative way. Rami was very kind and always helped those who failed his studies. “” I remember Rami – tall, brave, energetic and cheerful, always willing to help his friends, to cheer those around him, “said his teacher from Kfar Galim. His good, wide smile would bring joy to the whole environment. He did not like blind discipline; He laughed to the obedient and obedient, but in difficult situations – on trips, on trips, on long runs, he would set an example of cooperation and discipline for everyone. Rami was always honest and brave, did not know the word “fear.” He was not afraid of the truth either. He often burst into the classroom when he sensed that some friend had been wronged, sometimes hurt by his deep truth. Rami demanded much from himself and others, was diligent, prepared his lessons, struggled with the difficult problems, and demanded that his teachers treat him and his friends accordingly. His modesty and honesty were fond of the students and the teachers. He had original and very human opinions, and never went along. He was active in all sports, had to take out the great energy that was in him, and he loved the beauty of sport. He used every break to run, throw a ball, play football. Rami loved all aspects of life, but especially the work, the earth and man. “Rami was a protagonist of the strong, tanned, smiling and symmetrical Sabra, the hero with the short pants and sandals, the backpack and the map, the lover of nature and infused with the love of the Land of Israel over its landscapes. It was the smell of hay and fieldwork, and the tractor and the plow-the bread of his livelihood. That was Remy. Rami was a friend with whom he could share thousands of experiences – cheerful and sad, a friend who could laugh and create a relaxed atmosphere, and who always knew how to shoulder at the right moment. On the one hand, you were able to carry out condescending tricks bordering on ‘delinquency’, and on the other hand you could catch moments of reflection with him. He was the moving spirit in the classroom, a kind of mischievous mummy, with whom the cleverness, grace, and gaiety went hand in hand. His great personal charm helped him make connections with each and every one of them. “Rami was a member of the cooperative moshavim, and was also a counselor in the brigade, and his great love was the sea, which he grew up on. He volunteered for a paratroopers ‘unit and served as a parachutist, infantry officer, and infantry officer course, and his friend from the officers’ course told him: “Rami was the kind of person that everyone immediately recognized. He did not have to talk. His appearance, his peace of mind, the security – these immediately betrayed him. A group of people stood, and immediately the eye caught him. That was Remy. Things were going on around him. One of the qualities I loved so much was the sense of security he would give to those around him – a kind of feeling that you knew that if Rami was around, everything was fine. “After completing compulsory service in early February 1970, he volunteered to serve in the regular army for a period of three months. After liberation he set out for civilian life. He returned to Habonim, where he worked as a farmer. In 1971 he began studying at the Technion in Haifa. Already in his youth he excelled in the real professions, and his talents in this field were also evident in his high studies. In 1973, he married his girlfriend Leika, and the couple moved to Leika’s home in Regba. As always, Rami quickly integrated into the new agriculture, and was always loved by everyone. In the Yom Kippur War, he served as commander of the infantry division in the southern front, on the 22nd of Tishrei 5734 (22.10.1973), in the Battle of Ismailia, was hit by Egyptian commando fire and fell. After his death, he was promoted to the rank of captain, and in a letter of condolence to the bereaved family, his commander wrote: “Rami was a soldier and an outstanding commander.”
