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Vardi, Moran

Vardi, Moran


Liora and Dov’s eldest son. Born in Haifa on April 2, 1979, he moved to Binyamina where he grew up and studied at the Eshkolot elementary school and completed his studies at the Ort Hashomron High School in the moshava Four great loves were at the center of Moran’s life: The family – he was most devoted – nature – in his youth – he liked to travel and plow the country mainly in the fields, hills and streams around Binyamina, and Moran liked almost all kinds of sports, He was a “crazy man” for diving, surfing and swimming, he was very fond of Krav Maga, was active in the Krav Maga club in Hadera and played basketball, but Moran’s fourth love was the greatest of them all was his girlfriend Limor Glickman, who accompanied him during the last three years of his life, and together they lived together in the Neot Golf neighborhood in Caesarea and began to plan their future together. Moran always told the truth, even when she did not like the listener, it was immediately possible to identify who he liked and who was not, and when Moran set goals – for himself, for the family or for his friends – he always was the protector. ; Moran loved the country with all his might, was willing to do more than anything to strengthen himself and indeed sacrificed his life for the homeland. Prior to joining the IDF, he began studying at the Nachshon pre-military academy, and from there he joined the IDF in early February 1998 and volunteered for the elite commando unit, the Naval Commando. The service was difficult but Moran kept his smile and claimed that he enjoyed every moment. He did not share the details with his family, and his mother, who lived for many years in fear over the dangers of her son’s service, was reassured by the words, “We only watch television …” But the parents did not delude themselves. Moran’s dirty laundry brought home with him, was a silent testimony to the hard work he did and to the intensive secret activity. Moran participated in many daring combat activities, most of which remained hidden and privileged. Among other things, he took part in the takeover of the Karin A weapons ship and was involved in many dangerous operations in Judea, Samaria and the Gaza Strip, during which the flotilla lost six fighters and officers. After his commander was seriously wounded during Operation Defensive Shield, Moran took command of the team – even though there was no officer – to complete the mission. According to his friends and commanders, this role was also very successful. Moran was discharged from the IDF with the rank of First Sergeant, but was immediately drafted again to fulfill the will of his close friend Nir Krichman, who was killed in Jenin before completing his military service. He returned to Israel and returned to Mitzpeh. Moran stood out throughout the course, and continued to initiate activities for the community and society, “Moran fell in combat in Nablus as part of the campaign, which took place in Nablus in the course of Operation Defensive Shield- “to destroy the terror infrastructure in Nablus. Earlier this morning, a naval commando unit came to arrest the head of the Popular Front in Nablus, Yeman Faraj, and his deputy, Amjad Mlitat,Since the first intifada. The force arrived at the wanted house in the Ein Beit Ilama refugee camp in northern Nablus, and the fighters surrounded the building. Suddenly, a blaze of fire opened up on them, and a bomb was thrown from the high floors of the building. The team returned fire at the house and managed to kill one of the wanted men. The commander of the Popular Front in Nablus fled to a nearby four-story building and found a hiding place among dozens of people who were there. Later, he went up to the roof of the house and from there opened fire, wounding two more soldiers. The wounded crew returned fire, shot Faraj dead and continued to attack the sources of the shooting. A combat helicopter bombed the building and killed two other terrorists. Also killed were a lecturer at the University of An-Najah, Dr. Khaled Salam, an American citizen, and his son Muhammad Salam, who was hit in the head by the first fire when he was about to save the life of one of the wounded fighters. He was laid to rest in the military section of the cemetery in Binyamina, where many of the residents of the colony, relatives and comrades-in-arms accompany him on his last journey. Moran left parents, a brother, a sister and a friend. After his fall he was promoted to captain. Moran received a commendation for his behavior and courage during the battle. Aryeh Zeitouni, head of Binyamina council, eulogized Moran: “He was an exemplary young man, a good boy and a courageous guy, and he was the kind of good boy who wanted to contribute to the army.” Nir, his cousin”He was an exemplary boy, a good boy and a courageous guy. This is a very serious loss to the settlement. He was the kind of good boy who wanted to contribute to the army. “Nir, Moran’s cousin, said:” I had a cousin who believed in what he did and enjoyed it. He gave everything to the state so that we could live here … “Colonel (res.) Ze’evik Nativ, commander of the pre-army preparatory program where Moran studied, said emotionally:” Moran was a strong and powerful guy. He was very popular among his friends in the preparatory program, and when he announced his departure, his friends decided to build a degree in his name in the caravan area of ​​the preparatory program. Some said that it is forbidden to do it because it brings bad luck, but today it is getting sad. “Limor, Moran’s wife, said in a moving letter:” Moran, my little Morani, my darling … How did I stay here alone? What shall I do now without you? My Morani, strong and strong and invincible? What would my life look like without you now? Every step of my life you aimed, you always knew what to do, and when I broke down you’d find the way to get me back on track-and you’re the only one who could do it. … All the most important and most meaningful things we went through together, the army and all the difficult crises that were involved, my studies, your trip abroad, we moved in together, living with you was the best thing that ever happened to me in my life. Our love has developed into new places, we took Mel, our beloved dog, which we found together and raised together, and now I’m alone in our apartment – with all the amazing pictures in the living room and the fridge, with your clothes and your smell everywhere, Now that you understand that only me is left, my Morani, we know that from this stage – as you used to say – our future was clear to both of us. … I want to read an excerpt from the letter you wrote to me: ‘Three years of contact like ours can not be reviewed on the page, but the things you changed The very fact that I succeed in imagining our connection forward, very much forward, attests to the level of love between us. “My Morani, nothing I write on this page will not be as strong as my emotion to you, I love you more than anything in my life I love you my little one, my love. The words of Yehudit, a neighbor and a close friend of the family: “…Morani, as part of the silence, rarely told. Only today, from the stories of his friends, is it possible to learn how deep his heart was as wide as his shoulders and that of his comrades. Moran was a human commander, the mother of his soldiers for whom he was an admired figure, if his brother had been an example, a model and a sympathetic ear, and if many people had secretly helped them. What is to be said and not yet said. We met and wept and told, and we cried again, but what value did the words and the tears that Moran no longer hear or see. “All of Binyamina is one family, crying and strengthening the family with love.” Yehudit concluded by quoting the song “Because we are all, yes we are all, we are all one human tissue, and if one of us goes from our country, something has died in us.” Moran eulogized her beloved student: “You were the most significant student in the years I was educated, you were the first to put me in front of the educational truth by saying, ‘OK. The teacher, I the student, has rules and rules, but let’s talk at eye level. ‘ You took the variety of emotions from me, from anger and frustration to pride and admiration. I admired your perseverance, your tenacity, your ability to set a goal and ‘conquer’ the target, no matter how hard the road was. You told me: ‘You’ll see, I’ll be at the end of the naval commando,’ and you would not accept any other option. You were so proud of your white uniform, you were a real ‘man of silence’, who spoke little, looked arrogant, but whoever looked in your eyes revealed a man with a broad heart, love, infinite sensitivity. When you came to school, to talk with students, to encourage motivation to serve in combat units or on memorial days, you showed me and everyone how proud one was, how to get everything when you wanted. … so it is not right for you to lie at rest so early. The earth took you away too quickly. In memory of Moran, a bird’s-eye observatory was erected in the Carmel hothouse for “Moran.” In order to reach the observatory, you have to pass through Binyamina’s quarry or go up the path to Shuni, and you can not know what spectacular, The view is revealed in all its splendor only when you reach the broad wooden platform of the observation post, which, along with the stairs leading to it, is perfectly integrated with the topography and the color of the rocks. , Whose goal was to commemorate Moran, found a place overlooking Binyamina – the home of Moran, Where his friends and family remained, while on the other side of the sea – the home of his military unit – the Naval Commando, which guided the planners to combine the observation point with the existing landscape and draw youth and families into activities of extreme sports, Bicycle climbing, etc. Every year during the intermediate days of Succot, there is a tradition of a Moran bike ride, which takes place at the end of Nahal Hanitiv, ending with a walkway that passes under the train bridge on the Taninim River, , Without going through the gates of the quarry. In the name of the observatory “For Moran” lies a double meaning: the observatory is for Moran and his goal is to perpetuate the path of his life: love of the land, the state, the family and the person. Modest and unobtrusive – that was. Its beauty and values ​​were known only to those who came very close to it, like a lookout, whose beauty is revealed only to those who climb right up to it.

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