Simchoni, Bezalel (“Tzali”)
Son of Avraham and Zimra. He was born on July 6, 1949, in Givat Hamoreh, and after the family moved to Kiryat Haim, he attended the “Meginim” elementary school and the high school there, then went on to the vocational school in Kiryat Sprinzak. As a youth, he joined the “Working and Studying Youth Movement” and was very active in it, and he was trained in dedication and responsibility and became an admired figure of his students, who gave them human values, loyalty He was the living spirit among his friends and he undertook all sorts of tasks of organizing social activity, willing to fulfill all my reading and everything When he was about to enlist, he volunteered to fly, but since he lacked certain data, he referred him to the Ordnance Corps, but he preferred to join the combat force because he believed that such a corps would be able to contribute as a whole Its ability to the IDF and the state. Roee was drafted into the IDF in November 1967. When he was offered a paramedics course, he replied to his superiors: “If you find me fit to do so, I will go and study and be a good combat medic.” He then looked like a Simcha person whose wishes were fulfilled. (A nurse at Kupat Holim) was proud of this, and Bezalel took part in daring actions and in many battles, both as a warrior and as a medic, and he always knew how to combine the duty of the Lev with the audacity of the battle. Once he saved the life of his friends at risk, on the night of 9/12/1969, when Bezalel was on a tour of the banks of the canal, The tour was conducted by a large Egyptian force and one of its members was injured. Bezalel felt that the wounded man was being bandaged under a barrage of gunfire and heavy shelling. Although the injured man managed to save but while giving help he fell himself. He was laid to rest at the military cemetery in Haifa. In his last letter to the parents, he wrote that he would soon be coming for a few days’ vacation and thus concluded his letter: “But everything is in the hands of fate!” The commander of the unit wrote in a letter of condolence to the bereaved parents: “The moments in which Tzali rode to wear his friend and the moment of his fall may have more than anything else to express his unique and wonderful personality. Roi signed his life as one of the unit’s greatest soldiers. A warrior and a medic, who paid the most dear price for his belief in the great meaning of our actions on the country’s longest and most difficult border – the Suez Canal. Roi volunteered for us and through his training was a bumpy road. He fought his teeth and claws against the elements. He knew he had to go through and finish. He had successfully completed his training and then we knew that our man, Rozzi, would do anything, could do anything, and we were not disappointed. He entered an operational company and became one of its fighters – – – Roast was a humble and humble man. It seemed at first that he was somewhat withdrawn, but over time we knew he was full of life, love, joy of life, joy – and all the peace of mind was only to conceal his actions. “The commander continues to write that he loved life but knew what their price was. He knew that there is no life without a price, and above all, our lives are the most precious, because the price of our lives is the best of our children. “He continues to note that Bezalel volunteered for missions and underwent several confrontations and shelling, smiling and smiling in his smile. This was one of the most difficult tasks of the history of the rebirth of Israel. He knew that he and his friends constituted the next generation and that they would not only be able to carry out the task assigned to them, but would be able to skyrocket. – – – He knew the meaningThe word ‘freedom’; He knew that this word was embroidered with the precious blood of dozens of fallen sons. – – – He fell and I was no longer believed that he was between us and would stay between us forever. He and his colleagues, the fallen of the unit, will have the torch that lights our way day and night. “The teachers of the Yalag school in Haifa set up a hand for the combat medic Sergeant Bezalel Simchoni, the son of the school principal, who fell by offering first aid to a comrade on the battlefield; The incident left an impression on the teachers and the students, and they decided to dedicate a first aid course to the school’s memory, and each year, on Memorial Day, a ceremony was held to raise the image of the medic who fell in combat. This educational project and a list was brought in his memory.
