Sagi, Ido

Ben Esther and Chaim. He was born on Friday, 6 October 1978, at the Beilinson Hospital in Petach Tikvah, where his brother Omar was born two years and two days ago, and when he was fourteen, his sister Inbal was born. He began his elementary studies at the Kaplan School and when he was 10 years old, the family moved to Kfar Sava and Ido continued his studies at the Yitzhak Sadeh school, where he moved to the Alon junior high school and completed his high school in Hayovel. He studied in fields of science-oriented youth and participated in a number of departments, among them the Department of Law, Astrophysics, Electronics, Mathematics and more. Ido’s main hobby was writing, and he gave his hand in writing poems, short stories, and a lot of philosophical thoughts: He had many friends from the age of sixteen and a half, and he loved to spend time with them. On February 29, 1996, exactly one year before his death, Ido wrote his poem “Is He Meitza”: “The winter goddess turned to me with her gloomy eyes / and asked him If I had enough. / If the King of Death has exhausted me. / If the last autumn birds succumbed to the icy glitter inside me. / She reached out a caressing hand at my body in a storm. / Looked for the latest dressers to wear the wounds. / And again she asked if he had exhausted me. / We dived deep into the frozen sun sculpture / across the wings of the crashing bird / / Beyond the life she saw / And together we sank to find an answer. / And above us the marble clouds grow the last time, and the thunder and lightning are lingering / They ask again, if he is exhausted. / And she looks at me with tired eyes, / Soon she will sleep again at the bottom of the pool / Soon the wand will be mine again and I will embark on conquests in the kingdom. / And before the thunder will rain again, / Before the wind will bring seeds and their prey, / Before the victory will again the pool, / she asked again. Did he get out? “At the beginning of February 1997 Ido joined the IDF and began his service at the Nitzanim basic training base. Due to his high numbers, Ido was appointed as an officer in the IAF, but this plan was interrupted by hostility. Ido fell in the line of duty in a car accident that occurred on the 19th of Adar 5757 (February 25, 1997). When he returned with his platoon from the firing range at the base of the recruits at Nitzanim, a military vehicle hit him critically and Ido died of his wounds in a helicopter that took him to Tel Hashomer Hospital. He was eighteen and four and a half months old when he died. Ido was laid to rest in the Kfar Saba cemetery. During the three weeks Ido served at the base of the recruits, he made a great impression on his commanders and friends in his unique and pleasant manner. He was prominent as a caring, supportive and helpful person whom his friends called “a true friend.” His commanders said: “Ido aspired to be an officer in the Israel Defense Forces, was motivated and determined to invest in order to achieve this goal, we are confident that with his high abilities would have succeeded. His family commemorated his name in the evening held in his memory and also published a book in which all his poems were concentrated. Ido’s literature teacher, said about him that evening: “I discovered a thinking man with a rich inner world who had doubts about his future, but also with confidence and determination. They did it to him too. ” The class teacher added: “I remembered his excellent achievements in the field of studiesBoth realistic and humane. Ido received honors, but his main field was the humane humanities. “During the seven days of mourning, his family received a letter from an English teacher in his school, who never taught Ido but became friendly with him:” I learned from Ido how to give a person the feeling that he is desirable, Being a new stranger instead. I learned how to get the best out of my student. I felt welcome and invited from the moment I got to know Ido’s wonderful sense of humor, his understanding and compassion, and his inquisitive and inquisitive mind … “