Doron, son of Ruth and Shmuel, was born on 17.6.1950 in Rehovot, and was educated at Kibbutz Ma’agan Michael from kindergarten through high school, and as a child he was a delicate and vulnerable child. “Doron knew how to nurture the evils and deepen them far beyond the casual” Ahlen “and” what sounds “of those who studied and finished school together.” – The book loved order and cleanliness and sports was not particularly good As for the preparation of the lessons, it would be “killable” in any profession, although excelled especially in the real professions He was always ridiculed, but Doron did not give in. In terms of order and cleanliness, he was not willing to compromise when he was preparing lessons, and when someone happened to say in class: “I did not prepare the lessons, Doron’s puzzled whisper: “how?” Or “disgrace.” Over the years, his friends learned to appreciate his rigor in this matter, and Doron’s deep roots proved to be more valuable than the class’s punks. From kindergarten to late adulthood. It was clear to me from the first moment that here was the finest material in all of them. The children were suspicious of his strangeness, and only after penetrating his depth did he begin to rise. Doron the boy was a real gentleman. His gentlemanliness, accompanied by his shy and charming smile, and his delicate and charming humor, made him an extraordinary and captivating figure. “Doron was drafted into the IDF in mid-February 1969 and assigned to the air force. During his service, he underwent a pilot course, a flight instructor course, an advanced aviation course and a parachuting course. When he reached the time of his release, in mid-February 1972, he volunteered for regular army service. However, Doron did not intend to remain permanently in the air force, although he was very devoted to his role. Most of his thoughts were on the agriculture and returning to him. He wanted to learn and develop, but he could not accomplish it. During his service he began to work in photography and achieved great achievements. His photographs are still considered to be the most Yaffa of their kind. “Doron was very quiet, and it was almost hard to see him, he never tried to pressure people to think like him, he went his way and very close to what he knew, to what he believed was true. Doron was very ethical and very much appreciated it, he was very thorough about any subject, and he had a clear opinion on every area of life, and there are people who go through the course like this – ready to invest more or less. There was no such question – he always gave every thing the utmost importance – we knew: if Doron expressed his opinion on any technical issue, if the tortoise By class and said, “This way”, so it is safe. When he knew with absolute certainty, would not say. Electronics was the only issue. Baotokomnd was professional, he was signed by all professional flyers, could teach the instructors. ” When the Yom Kippur War broke out he was a flight instructor at the flight school. On the 7th of Tishrei 5740 (October 7, 1973), he set off on a Syrian mission and fell with his plane. His friend said: “I and I. jumped in the direction of the Golan Heights, to number 2 in the building, there was an engine failure during the takeoff, he stopped the takeoff, he was injured, and I waited for another partner to join us in order to carry out the mission. In the waiting circle, we waited for our turn to attackDrew to the Golan Heights. According to these reports, we were given the goal: We had to stop and destroy Syrian tanks that were moving on the road between Tel-Peres and Ramat Magshimim in the Ramat Magshimim area. “We set out” from Degania, very low and very fast. In a pull to attack Ramat-Magshimim, Doron informed me of the missile’s break. I broke hard. Doron repeated the call to break the bars. This time his voice was more tense. I did not see the rockets fired at us and the shrapnel, while searching for Doron’s plane. I saw a missile explode near his plane, and then the right wing of the plane began to burn. I reported to Doron about this, and since I did not hear any answer, I started yelling at Doron to jump. I repeated this several times, and then the plane began to spin with my right wing still burning until it hit the land, southwest of Tel-Peres, east of the road. “Doron was brought to eternal rest in the Ma’agan Michael cemetery, leaving behind his parents, two sisters and a brother. In a letter of condolence to the bereaved family, Defense Minister Moshe Dayan wrote: “Doron was defined as a pilot and an excellent officer. He did his job efficiently and was loved by all, “and his commander wrote:” Doron was a devoted guide, and invested effortlessly in his work. I remember this young boy doing his hard work-guiding flightbirds-and moving his gums step by step, up toward the parade of wings. He was about to finish his career as an instructor after years of service at school. We loved him. There was not one who disapproved of him. We wanted to see him for many more years in the Corps as a pilot. “In his memory, he published a pamphlet containing friends’ comments on his character, excerpts from his letters and some of his photographs.
