The youngest son of Ziona and Abraham, the brother of Asher, Orna and Eyal. He was born on 28.12.1972 at the Kirya Hospital in Tel Aviv. His weight was 2,400 pounds when he was born, after a difficult pregnancy, his face small and clear, his eyes black, a beautiful and beautiful baby. Amir joined a happy family, which with his arrival became very happy. But the Yom Kippur War, which broke out ten months after his birth, brought the family to a new reality. The father of the family was drafted into reserve duty on the Golan Heights for seven months, and Amir’s mother was left alone with her four children. The desire to change and change atmosphere led them to their new home in the Ramat Hahayal neighborhood of Tel Aviv, where Amir grew up and was educated. Before Amir knew how to go, he could run. Before he could speak, he spoke fluently. At the age of two, his wisdom and many talents were evident. His good heart flooded everyone who was with him. He took his first steps outside the house at the age of two and a half, at Gan Sonia, and even then he conquered the hearts of his friends. His great love for animals was known to all; The terrier he had received from his father called Amstel, nurtured him, and adopted him. Amir quickly matured and became master of his actions. His independence, security and positive character contributed to his quick and easy integration into the Ramat Hahayal elementary school in the neighborhood. His comfortable temperament made him friends and friends of all ages. During the breaks between classes, it was possible to find him playing soccer or basketball with the high school students. He was greatly appreciated by his teachers for his scholastic and social achievements. He continued his studies at the junior high school at the “Ironi Yud” high school, where he moved to ORT Ramat Gan, and completed 12th grade in the field of engineering, architecture and drafting. Amir loved life very much and took good care of every moment. The “Scouts” movement expanded his experiences and his love for trips around the country, and often returned excited about the journeys. Already during his first high school vacations he could find a place to work. He saved some of the money he had earned, and when he accumulated enough he bought the first motorcycle. Amir shared his hobbies with his childhood friend, Limor, who had always found time for his beloved family – his parents, whom he respected – for his brother – who gave him And for Grandma Shoshana, who was meticulous in demanding her safety and lighting her life. Amir joined the IDF on 13 March 1991. Before his enlistment, he learned about the army and prepared himself for his induction. “I’ll do anything to serve in a special unit,” he said. Amir was stationed at the Border Police, and at the end of basic training he was assigned to the Judea and Samaria Border Police unit of the newly established Border Police unit in the West Bank, and Amir proved to be a resourceful, “The days of the first intifada, and most of our activity in Jenin and its environs. The area is lively and cries out for a unit like us, so the work is around the clock. The self-confidence and inner peace on the one hand, and Amir’s ability to joke and make fun of those around him on the other, were only one aspect of his comfortable personality. … Not once, when the whole department would go out to practice in the ranges, at the end of the practice or while I was, I would take Amir to the side and test my abilities against his own. “Amir was a unique person,” relates Yaniv. “Amir was a very special person. He was always smiling and happy, and it was impossible to annoy him or remove the smile from him-even when we triedAnd joking of course. We always knew: When Amir arrives, something surprising will happen, something that we may fall into if we are not careful … “During his service in the unit, Amir participated in complex operations and was frequently in real danger of life. Amir was determined to return to the unit and continue on his mission, and on March 9, 1994 he moved to serve as a permanent soldier in the unit, his professionalism, his devotion to the unit and his devotion to his tasks were remarkable. Despite his speed and skill in operating various weapons “Oren bought his participation card at the end of the month All thanks to a complex operation. As the commander in charge, I always chose someone who was skilled at me and when Amir was available, which I would choose. Organized and responsible, every mission we received, we knew that the moment Amir was assigned to the highest level. “Amir received a lot of appreciation for him three days before his fall, in an interview with the unit commander. Before leaving for the officers’ course. For six years, Amir and Limor were close together, and planned to marry. On that terrible day, he went without her. Amir fell during his service on Saturday, 2 December 1995. That morning he went with his friends to another of his favorite riding trips, this time to Jerusalem, to Mount Herzl, to visit the grave of the late Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin, Amir was supposed to continue on his way to the base, and the route passed through the Lachish region, between Kiryat Gat and Beit Shemesh. Sergeant Amir Tuili was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Kiryat Shmona. However, many came to pay him last respects: family, friends, friends, commanders and members of the unit, all stunned by the enormity of the terrible disaster, Amir was survived by his parents, two brothers and a sister. A brave and admired warrior, a professional and skilled fighter. His talents as a brave and brave warrior radiated confidence. … His place in the leading force and the warrior was always safe. … It was clear that Amir was endowed with superior qualities, high motivation, the high level of values he absorbed in his home, and the love of the homeland flowed in his veins. … The hugs and kisses of your friends at every opportunity you met after a break, even short, proved how much everyone loves you. Zafika said: “At four in the afternoon, Saturday, like a loud whisper, the terrible news was conveyed: Amir was killed in an accident. The unit’s fighters and commanders, former fighters and many friends, pass on the news to each other, pass on, accept, and refuse to believe. Only yesterday we heard the laughter rolling, only yesterday we saw the smile on your face always. Only yesterday we laughed together – and today we have to eulogize. And here we are all novices. From the first fighters to the last of the commanders. How do you say ‘you’ve been,’ and we’ll talk in the past tense, how do you say ‘you did,’ without seeing you tomorrow. We will remember how you functioned as a warrior and a medic, fearless, afraid of anything. Even when Araba whistled bullets in your curls. We will always remember the smile on your face. You had everything so simple! With a smile she relieved herself with a laugh, making a mistake. Now you lie in front of us, still and cold. You are the warrior, the medic, and especially the dear brother. And we have to part. It’s too soon to say goodbye, to say we’ll remember, and we’ll keep,And we will commemorate. But you know that without you it will be harder for us to succeed. We can never get you back. But in our hearts, deep, always be your sign … “Avinoam’s eulogy:” A member of all principles, attentive, autonomous, feels a sense of belonging to his family and the country, with values and manners and an extraordinary sense of humor. His life and his whole heart, caught up with all his acquaintances with creativity accompanied by initiative and vision … You stayed beautiful, unattainable, looking from above You, who loved life, and they brought you back a smile as big as you used to … ” The family raised memories, and told about the activities in which Amir’s special weight was expressed. Nissim, the platoon commander, said: “… Often, when there was time for rest, Amir would practice personally, professionalize and polish every corner, improve his ability to assimilate into the local population as a ‘woman’, in clothing, makeup and walking. “It was a great honor for me to be Amir’s commander, and even more so – his friend.” Oren returned: “A wedding in the refugee camp in Jenin … The goal was to capture wanted persons with blood on their hands … The operation was very complex and sensitive, its ability to succeed was measured by its ability to be embedded in the field, determination and courage … At that time Amir was a young fighter – . Nevertheless, throughout the operation he maintained his coolness, restraint and professionalism … The level of trust that I gave Amir was one of the highest, I really appreciated him, and his choice of the task beside me was obvious … “Amir was immortalized in various factories. In his memory, a Torah scroll was placed in the Rambam Synagogue in Tel Aviv, and his father wrote: “Under this cold marble stone, Dvir Nafshi lies in silence. / His blood is in my heart. How did he fall into the delusion of fate? In his youth, in the flowering of his spring, he sowed before his destiny was fulfilled. / Dear son, will not grow up and not grow old, / Forever young, his hair will not whiten. // Dear Amir, My Angel, / I have glorified your pure memory / with a holy Torah scroll / for the sake of remembering from generation to generation. // will be remembered as the beauty of the rising sun, / will be remembered as a rare and wondrous flower. // Be peace, my son. “In memory of Amir, a basketball tournament is held in cooperation with the Sports Department of the Tel Aviv Municipality and Maccabi Tel Aviv, with the participation of schools from all over the region.” In his first basketball championship in north-east Tel Aviv, “The basketball game has many elements in Amir’s character: ambition, sacrifice, the desire to succeed, friendship and togetherness. Basketball was also his main hobby, filling every spare moment of Amir. Seeing you, the enthusiastic boys on the field, I understand better why and how much Amir loved this game. “At the fourth Amir basketball tournament, a basketball court was named after him at the Ramat Hahayal Elementary School, and the unveiling of Gilad was canceled. 1998 Amir’s gymnasium was inaugurated in the Ramat Hahayal neighborhood On 11 th July 2000, a gym was dedicated to Amir, in the “undercover” unit of the Border Police in Nablus In memory of Amir, Dr. Israel Sela wrote the song “The Last Smile” . The song was composed and adapted by Fini Spigler and performed by Meir Starr: “The space in me remains / seeks what is left / and the hand that held / released and disappeared / the smile and the touch / which we knew in your image / were not lost in vain / The last smile // Too early to say goodbye / Your laughter is still echoing / The kite flying / Like a sense of intoxication / Everything seems so temporary / But you are always eternal / Deeply engraved / with the last smile. Amir’s parents published the book “Amir -“A flower is a delicate flower, a tiny flower, a rare flower, and a rare flower. // A flower that blooms in a greenhouse, / In a crowd of warmth and love. // It is my flower and only mine: // Flower Chen, a captivating flower, / his fragrance is unique, / a wonder of a flower. I welcomed him and embraced him with pride. // Suddenly his blossom was gone, his seed was extinct. “My flower was cut down in his prime.” Asher wrote, “How did you go, brother? How was the world destroyed, and with it the ideas, aspirations and dreams? I promised that your character will not be forgotten, your memory will not be obliterated. I will tell your deeds, I will keep your being within me. You are always in front of me, in my mind, throughout my life. Your laughter rolling in front of me, and the smile, the smile that never leaves you in moments of anger, always at the corners of your mouth, in the shine of your eyes. “My brother Amir, you have sunk in our country, you chose to shine in another place and remain forever young.” Eyal wrote: “Every morning when I wake up, I think of you: Maybe today I’ll see you? Every night, when I go to sleep, I think of you: Maybe tomorrow I’ll see you? Every time I go to my parents, I am hopeful to see you. Every week I come to you. To see, to feel. But – nothing changes. “After Amir’s death, his nephew Tamir-Amir was born, Amir’s sister Orna wrote:” I was looking for a name that would bear your name. … both in sound and in common meaning. “It was good for me to call Tamir-Amir by his name, to hear constantly the sound we were used to hearing at home, and to feel that you were here, with us, alive.” Limor wrote: “You were a stranger when I saw you, . / You were my voice when I could not talk, / You were to my eyes when I could not see, / You were in my hands when I could not help, / You were with me when I needed, / Love me – wrapped me happily. // Bring hope to my beliefs, / Brightly illuminate my life. / The taste of life you gave me, / You were the goal of my success. / For all my accomplishments I have come to you because you have given me your love. // You were my brother, friend and teacher, / You taught me to see the new, to understand the difference. / You were the amazing laugh in my heart, / You beat me when you were with me. // You were one, unique. / But you did not teach me to stay alone. “
