Son of Yosef and Mina. He was born on 14.4.1953 in Hadera. He studied at the Ahad Ha’am elementary school and in the high school in Hadera. As a fifth generation in Israel, Rami was educated from his childhood to devotion and love of the land. He was particularly interested in humanities; Many read books, and many of them read two or three times. From his teachers he learned to love poetry, literature, and plays, and in his room the phonograph did not stop sounding until late at night. His diaries, books, and notebooks were full of miniature paintings he had painted, perfectly accurate and full of humor. Rami did not devote himself to a special sports field, but he joined his father in various marches and gained many medals. The physical effort was a challenge to him, which he overcame by his strong will and the power of his passivity. Before his enlistment in the IDF, he used to run every night with his friend for several kilometers to improve his physical fitness and strengthen him, and he was always involved in the company, and his seriousness, sensitivity and sense of justice made him an authority. Rami was drafted into the IDF in August 1971 and volunteered for the infantry brigade of the Golani Brigade. In basic training, and later in the officers’ course, Rami saw the difficult physical demands as a challenge and met all the demands without any complaints. He used to explain and guide with patience, and many wanted to serve under his command When the Yom Kippur War broke out, Rami was sent along with his recruits to serve as porter and serviceman at the rear base, but after Rami left for two days and hurried to join his comrades in the brigade that operated in the Golan Heights and in the city At the time of the battle to capture the Hermon outpost, where Rami took part in the force that broke out on the road (from which he returned safe and sound, but shaken and introverted), he was appointed platoon commander in one of the brigade’s finest battalions. But the events of the war and the news of the fall of some of his classmates influenced him greatly, although outwardly he seemed calm and even indifferent, trying to save worry and fear from his family. The War of Attrition in the enclave came to be revealed only in his letters to his friends and friends, when black humor served as cover and cover . In those letters and poems found in the drawer of his desk, Rami was portrayed as a sensitive and sensitive soul, like a boy yearning for peace, for tranquility and tranquility for a sister-nation. His ability to discern, his ability to express himself, and his natural and scenic descriptions of beauty and sharpness are amazing and unexpected. Rami did the war of attrition in Tel-Antar on the border of the Syrian enclave. In April his friend, the company’s deputy commander, fell and Rami was appointed to replace him. On May 14, 1974, Rami fell in a battle in Tel Antar, hit by a Syrian shell, when he went to the observation post, and he is 21 years old and one month old. He was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Hadera. In a letter of condolence to the bereaved family, the unit commander wrote: “During the brief periods of training after the war, Rami was prominent in his personal ability and professionalism, and in his ability to train and command his people. And for a short period of time we realized that we were not wrong – for, apart from personal ability and professional knowledge, Rami was willing to play every role with dedication and responsibility.Other. After the Yom Kippur War, Rami wrote the song “A Man Knows When He Struggles.” The song’s lyrics were written under a feeling of loss. “The song was composed in 2012 by singer David Lavie, as part of the IDF’s annual commemoration project” Soon we shall become a song “: A person knows when he / she knows how to fight. And he has a desire to shout that the whole world knows / and he has a desire to harvest silently in the dark / main thing. He thought. I have seen them standing in space / and waiting – yes, I will go to them / and only the first step will be accompanied by a stab of pain. / Then I’ll belong to them, and my world will be mine. // Hello, Nice little world / I found better than you / Quiet mouth. Here we meet acquaintances / Here we are without living and feeling / From here I will look at you and I have never been better than you. Thank you and goodbye. Humbly. Peace. The song can be heard at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OwPq8r3XyzI&feature=youtu.be
