Ben Chaya Orna and Ehud. Was born on the 27th of Iyar 5740 (27.4.1980) in Kibbutz Urim in the Negev, a younger brother to Edith and Nitzan. “Barak was a relaxed child,” his parents say, “all those around him enjoyed the smile and glamor of his eyes, and spent the first years of his life in the children’s home and in the kibbutz at Kibbutz Urim.” The kindergarten teacher said: “A graceful and intelligent child, curious and playful … a very brave boy who is not afraid to climb the green installation in the yard and jump over there as if he were on the ground. Barak studied with members of his group, the Kalanit group, in the elementary school at Kibbutz Urim, and continued to the Eshel Hanasi regional high school, which he completed in the geography track. His teacher said: “Barak was for me the same students that every teacher knows, the ones that if you succeed in making them interesting – you have earned your day … The most interesting part of the school is in the break, with the guys, the games and the tricks, He fought, ran forward and managed. ” In elementary school Barak acquired his endless love for the basketball game and played for the regional youth group: “Many hours were spent, On the basketball court, he moves the ball, dribbles, picks up and sometimes hits the basket. The most irritating thing for him, as he said, was a loss in the game. Maccabi Tel Aviv basketball team was his ‘team’. His victory was his victory, loss to grief. ” Barak liked to hang out, enjoy himself and enjoy life with his many friends, who used to call him Lucky. His friend, Micha, recalls: “Barak has a sharp mind and accordingly many of the stories that can be told will never be written, but will pass from one word of mouth to another, and so will anyone who knows him remember him. “Barak was very keen to adapt himself to fashion, from high hair like Bart Simpson’s, through a fungus haircut to the spikes of gel, and he did not forget the platform shoes with metal plates that should be bolted in a screwdriver!” In November 1998, Barak enlisted in the Israel Defense Forces, served as a staff member in a Merkava tank in the north of the country, and after a few months, due to a medical problem, was sent to a communications course and returned to the communications department in the tank battalion. When you arrived at the platoon and met our eyes, we knew that there was someone to rely on. You traveled with us in convoys deep into Lebanon and penetrating positions. You went with us to Beaufort, to the pumpkin, to Reihan and to Taibe. When you are in most cases serving as my personal liaison or that of another commander. Mission, courage and responsibility and determined to carry out the tasks that are imposed on you until the end … although you were one The new and young soldiers in the Communications Department naturally accepted the role of the departmental sergeant, naturally – because the choice came from the soldiers in the platoon who trusted you and loved you so much … They wanted and chose to be their commander … Recently, And again, so obviously, to take on most of the areas under the responsibility of the RDC and perform them effectively, with a perpetual and perfectly simple smile. ” “Barak did not allow himself to show weakness on the outside, and he never said he could not or could not … It was always important for him to do things the best without hurting others. With everyone, laughing with everyone and it’s fun to spend an hour with him. ” The battalion has expiredHe blessed Little, and a great love grew between them. Lital says: “Barak was a very loving friend, and he knew how to show his love in a very original way, and he wrote me many love letters, at least three letters a day, and suddenly he was just crying and saying that it was because he loved me and he was crying for joy … We were together a little bit else, he taught me to be happy and thank God for having such a beautiful life … We had many beautiful dreams and thoughts together … There was not just love between us, it was magical. ” Barak used to express his feelings in letters and poems. In one of his letters, Barak wrote to Little: “Until I arrived I was alone and my body was empty inside … I was like a lonely bird in the big blue sky, flying there, looking for a partner to fly with her in circles in the big blue sky. And suddenly everything warmed up, my body filled with emotions and so much happiness I never had. ” On September 17, 2000, Barak fell in the line of duty and is twenty years old. He was laid to rest in the cemetery at Kibbutz Urim. Survived by his parents and two sisters. On the first anniversary of his death, the family published a memorial book in which Barak, family members, teachers, friends and military commanders, are told about Barak. Many memoirs of his life, many pictures of Barak, and things he wrote. His sister, Idit, wrote: “… one bullet that crossed your beauty and left you silent and me to scream at your death, for you are not here beside me, my little brother, how in a moment time has stopped and cut and cut and buried life and left me behind, “My father is writing:” He will not come to the great concert of love. “He learned the words and sounds from worn cassettes that rolled over and over in tired drums, but when the band went on stage, the lights went on, White pigeons will not be there … so many things he still has to know, especially about himself, but he will not be there … When they die, we always write who they were, but the emotional pain It’s because of who will not be. “
