Tamir, Sharon

Ben-Gila and Moshe. He was born on the 7th of Tammuz, 5771 (1.7.1971) in Kuneitra in the Golan Heights On the 5th of Cheshvan 5753 (5.11.1992) Sharon fell in the line of duty. Sharon was killed in a training accident at the Tze’elim base, in the south of the country, during a drill for operational action. Four other soldiers from the elite Sayeret Matkal commando unit were killed: Eran Vichselbaum, Arieh Cohen, Elad Shilo, and Shimri Shafran, who was brought to eternal rest in the cemetery at Kibbutz Merom Golan, in the heart of Mount Bental, where he was born. He was survived by his parents, two sisters, Helit and Keren and Ahad Hadad, who was promoted to the rank of sergeant in a condolence letter to the family. He fell during a complex and complex operational exercise. Sharon turned out to be a quiet, modest and very talented man. Every topic he found interesting was excellent, with the rest of the things passing quietly and calmly. We always knew that behind this silence there is someone to trust … I feel that sorrow has brought us closer to you and will always be part of us … “Sharon is the first son to fall in Kibbutz Merom Golan On the 30th day of his fall, the family, Together they watched a video clip that was held in memory of Sharon, and a booklet in his memory was published on Remembrance Day for IDF Fallen Soldiers. In Sharon’s drawer there is a poem he wrote: “From the abyss of oblivion, to the frivolous peaks of the eternal ocean, which does not cease its yearning.” / To the sky above the sky, And I did not hear their name. / And I did not taste them. “/ To the wings of the eagle that flies above the land of Bereshit. Shlomi Yellin, who was Sharon’s teacher for several years, wrote a poem in his memory: “Our cloud has failed this time / Sharon, we signed it as a disturbance in the last celebration, and here you are – a black cloud. / Your parents in the class loved you like an angel, because you were a true friend. / To your youth You have broken your heart, Sharon, / In another song – In a sealed song, / Only the mane of your stubborn curls, The golden rays of the sun defiant. But your friends knew as always that ‘steal horses with you’ / It’s not fun, it’s just with life! / With the whistling of the steel rocket that leapt in your wake in terror We are crying for you / Sharon, / We are crying you now / Angel / / With a shattered missile. “