Shtukelman, Gilad

The second son of Rachel and Micha. He was born on the 5th of Elul 5740 (6.9.1980) in Moshav Gittit in the Jordan Valley. Brother to Eliran, Jordan and Yair. When he was a child, they looked from the window of the Shukelman house in the mountains of Gilad in the Transjordan, and Gilad used to point to them and say, “Here I am.” When he was seven years old, the family left Gittit and moved to the community settlement of Tammeret in the Jezreel Valley. Gilad grew up and was educated in Timrat and completed his high school in Nahalal. Nurit, a childhood friend from Gittit, wrote: “We meet, you and I, when Poliker’s song is played on the radio (especially his songs with the Greek tone), when Gidi sang ‘The Great Storm,’ a song that sang and played for me at the end of a summer weekend in Tel Aviv. A carob tree, a smell of pleasant and long vacations at the Stoklman family home, where we sat under the big carob tree in the yard and talked … When you travel around the country, you are Gilad in charge of the equipment … There is no route we did not together, “They are following the other children of the Mandel and Stuckelman families, as you once said to me: ‘We are the two children of the sandwich in the two families In the winter, we meet in the flowering of cyclamens in a box in my house … The flower of cyclamen has always reminded me of you since that trip to the Cyclamens Hill … You were a significant part of my childhood and my years as a teenager. And a deep conversation … And this is the uniqueness of you, Gilad … The collection of seals that you imprint and imprint on those around you, by virtue of your personality and actions … I am your own heritage … A private person, full of warmth, love, depth, sensitivity to walk, smile, flower A song for the simple things of life. “On a trip to Poland in November 1997, Gilad wrote:” I want to write about one of the most heart-warming things. I would like to write about one of the greatest experiences of my life: the evening in honor of the Righteous Among the Nations. The excitement was tremendous and everyone let her out forcefully. In the place and at the time when you see and feel evil in its incarnation … Love suddenly gets a much stronger meaning. “Gilad liked to ride a bicycle and horses, he loved music but did not learn to play as a young man, First at the guitar and then on the piano Gilad joined the IDF in November 1998 and served in the armored corps in the wake of his older brother Eliran. He went through the Armored Corps course in full, went to the tank commanders course and at the end was summoned directly to the officers’ course. Neria Tobi, a teammate in the four-month training course for officers at Bahad 1, wrote: “We were partners in navigation many times, so the connection during the course was on a daily basis, quite intense. The serenity and joy he showed us conveyed to us all the time with great joy, uncharacteristic of a military framework. … I felt that this is a person that even if I meet in ten or twenty years, the relationship will be maintained strong and meaningful. Some people are deeply scratched inside. That was Gilad. … I find myself … missing a shy smile or singing a song together. “At the end of the course he was chosen to continue training at Bahad 1, but since his dream was to become a fighter, he felt hurt by this assignment. Only after it had been made clear to him that the best were chosen and remained for guidance did he accept his choice. Later, he was proud of the fact that his cadets were celebrating his twentieth birthday, the youngest of them. Shai Shorr met Gilad when both served as team commanders at Training Base 1: “You taught me Hebrew music in its entirety. There was a difficult and responsible time, after all, both of us young and passionate officers and positive energy (not to say motivation). I played the guitar and you quoted words and you explained to me what the meaning of each sentence was … even if you showed itYou were a wonderful young man, pleasant, a real friend, responsible and serious, knew where he was going and most importantly – where he came from. I had to wake you up in the morning for ten months, and if I said a stupid sentence, you would shake me and tell me to behave differently … I learned a lot from you and you from me. “Yiftach Getz, his subordinate, eulogized him:” Gilad was my platoon commander, F. (Staff, platoon, platoon) In the Golan, in the 75th Battalion, he was an amazing person whom I really admired. He was human, human at extraordinary levels with good heart. Always consider and ask, take care of all the soldiers to the smallest levels. He deliberately took the hard people of the department to him, because he wanted to form them and work closely with them, and he succeeded in doing so. He had a rare love for the Land of Israel: He lived the landscape, the place, the meaning. An enthusiastic Zionist, very attached to the legacy of battle and courage, to people and places, and managed to assimilate it all. On the other hand, without contradiction, he was meticulous and demanded uncompromising professionalism. He always wanted us to be the best, the most hurtful, the most running, the fitness, the morale. Gilad always had a smile on his face. “Gilad was discharged from the IDF with the rank of lieutenant. After his release he traveled and worked in Canada, and from there he took a long trip to South America. When he returned to Israel, he took a flight attendant course at El Al and worked as an air steward to continue seeing the world. In the last year of his life he learned to play the piano with a teacher and prodded his father to return to playing the trumpet, after thirty years he did not play. “Dad, try playing, we’ll play together, be nice,” he said. Upon his return from the trip in South America, his parents and Gilad sat at the piano at home, his father took out the trumpet and played. Gilad danced with emotion, went to the piano and since then they played together, song after song. A week before his death Gilad bought a piano and did not have time to play it. His brother, Yarden, said: “A few months after I enlisted, I was in a week of securing settlements, and you came to visit me, the friends who were with me there knew that you were an officer in the Armored Corps because from the moment I enlisted, I told you about them … They approached you and shook hands with you. And they told you: ‘What do you mean, an officer in the IDF?’ And then you answered them with the modesty that characterizes you: ‘Leave guys, I’m not above you and I’m no better than you.’ “Even on people he met for a short time, Gilad left a strong impression: his attentiveness, happy smile, sensitivity and manners, Gilad was planning to start studying economics and studies in East Asia, and he decided to return immediately to join his comrades in Lebanon’s Armored Corps, and his parents and commander urged him not to come back early. Insisted, and immediately returned to Israel: “Serious, motivated, understanding the task and working for each other,” he said Gilad’s father, Eliran, was also drafted into reserve duty, and his younger brother, Yarden, served on the Egyptian border in the regular army, all three of whom were soldiers, and arrived in Israel on Friday and Saturday. Began to prepare food parcels with the help of neighbors who had been transferred to the soldiers at the front, and Mordechai fought alongside Gilad during his last hours as a sergeant whose task it was to secure the heavy tools in their movement. The IDF liaison with me as I received that day from the commander of the Shenkar tank A. Brezlon 1 ‘. In addition to his professional guidance, I received praise for the work of the team I led. And I felt very safe with him. His confident, calm voice will allow me to leadThe power I command safely towards the goals he has set. In those moments I thought to myself: At the end of the operation, I have to meet this man who knows how to compliment such beautiful words … who can appreciate and react to my actions and actions in real time and, above all, Standing next to him … From the contact I had with him a few moments before his death, when he came down confidently from the tank to vote and show us the right direction to build the position, his confident walk and his modest words, I realized that I had a special person. ” On August 9, 2006, Gilad fell in a battle in southern Lebanon when his tank, which was heavily armed with new tanks for the tanks in Ras al-Tawil, overlooking the village of Aita al-Shaab, was hit by a roadside bomb, The missile and the ammunition that were in the tank killed all of his crew, including Sergeant Nir Cohen, Sergeant Nimrod Segev and Sergeant Noam Goldman, who was buried at the military cemetery in Nahalal and left behind his parents. He was raised to the rank of captain after his death, and the family regretted two lines quoted from his poems: “The boy he always loved and everyone loved him …” and “Whoever knows how to give gives everything … “His father eulogized him:” You were thirsty for life, you had plenty and you had many more plans, I know! You touched every possible field, your curiosity was limitless. You did everything you planned … Gilad and me had a special relationship. When you returned from the big trip to Canada and South America we would sit for hours on a hookah and wine and talk, very much appreciated my activity in the company (MSK Elmore), was interested in new initiatives. Push forward enthusiastically: ‘Let’s buy! let’s do! I’ll take care, I’ll take care of it. ‘ I learned a lot from you, I got a lot of desire to do, thanks to you. When you came back from New York, and that Saturday you joined the fighting battalion, you insisted that we play. … At one point, a folded page fell from the piano. I tried to pick up and then snatched it and put it in my pocket, it turned out that these were the words of the song ‘Another few hours’. “To say that we are alike – that’s hard,” said his brother Eliran. “You’re quiet and introverted and I make noise and mess. … I made sure you made a route in Battalion 77, but you went on up the ranks and did, as I always told you with a laugh: one course too much. But it was you, you never stopped anything in the middle. You decided to play and became addicted to it all. all day and all night. You decided to delve into coffee and whiskey, and you’ve been checking mixes and special mixes all day. … ‘Doing everything alone, not buying from others, is not fresh,’ you told me. You got on and ran with Daddy to buy a coffee machine. … You met people everywhere and immediately you developed a conversation … I gathered you regiments of friends … In the past year you have flowered around the world with M-3, you do not need more than that. In New York, you liked going to pianos, sitting and playing hours on expensive pianos, listening to the differences. “His brother Yarden wrote to him:” I miss your advice and talk to you, I miss your support. I miss your brave embrace, your cheerful pat on the back. You are missing me because we have become more than brothers, we have become close friends … I miss you in the difficult moments, and in the happy moments I imagine you next to me. Music, which is a very important part of my life, I was exposed to its charm because of you … This part could have been completely complete if you played with me together. Gilad, you did not go to war because of the love of the country and the flag and all kinds of cliche slogans, you went because you felt it was the right thing to do, and especially you went for the people, you could not standThe one you spend in New York and your friends in Lebanon. You were surrounded by wonderful friends … Through them I understand how much you loved me and how important I was to you. “Yarden also told him:” Only now I begin to understand how much you have always been there for me and how much you supported me, my kind of soul mate. … I’m trying to take a lot of things out of you, because you’re just a role model. “Yair, his younger brother, said:” Everyone has a role in the family … and for you – to teach everyone to listen to everyone. Thanks to your wonderful personality and good will, you loved a lot of things and in every area you shared something. For example, with Jordan you wanted to start a coffee business and even wanted me to share. Every Friday, I, you and Eliran played in the PlayStation. “Gilad’s friends remember and remember the endless smile and pat on the back, remember a devoted, curious, caring friend who always wants to know, simple and naive, enthusiastic like a child, But when he looked at one friend or another with his good eyes, his friend knew that Gilad would always be there for him, his friends miss the long conversations with him, the hours of conversations without barriers on so many topics, and the stories he knew only about them. When a string breaks, you have to keep playing. We will continue to play, collect the pieces. “I was not surprised when Gilad, ‘Shtok’ in the words of the team that commanded him at Bahad 1, ran to enlist in the war and took care of it, I was shocked and hurt, but not surprised, when I learned that he had been killed when he stormed his men’s head. Gilad was a commander, a person, a friend, an example and a symbol. In all his actions during the course of officers he commanded, he radiated a personal example, concern and caring, genuine authority – not one of rank and above all, love of the land and the state. Gilad did not try to conceal a smile or a ‘Polish’ concern for his soldiers, but nothing harmed our great appreciation and the example we learned from him. “Gilad’s friend, Ronen Glanz, edited and published Gilad’s book” I Walked Quietly. ” Time: “Sorry for the wait and thank you for your patience. Just wait a moment. Please wait a little time. No time / time is the invention of people / for whom to get up in the morning. “From now on there is no time / and I look with pleasure at a world of haste / a world of fools / until someone wakes me up and says, ‘Come, you have to move, there’s no time.'” “A few more hours” A few more days, we’ll scream, we’ll scream, we’ll go crazy / we will not think about the future. Friends, break the dishes // pass a few hours, only a few seconds left / who will click first, who will decide here fate / seconds stop, thoughts paralyze / who will return home, go wild on bed / look at me I will run the film back / talk about the cases, reveal the details / how I got up to you and go wild on the bed / and one that will be deep in the ground / in a few hours. ” In 2007, Arik Berman composed and performed Gilad’s song “In the neighborhood pub” as part of the project “We Will Soon Become a Song.” “A few more hours” is a documentary film that was filmed in memory of Gilad. : http://www.forgilad.co.il. In TamarA “Gilad” synagogue was erected in his memory. In a building that was once the primary school where he studied. In the synagogue there is a commemorative corner of 26 colorful squares, like the years of Gilad, on which are written excerpts from his poems.