Son of Tami and Yossi. He was born on September 25, 1983 in Holon. Brother Yuval, Shani, Or, Chen-Leah, May and David. Shlomi was a sweet, round baby, charming and smiling, captivating since he was born. A happy, playful and energetic child, and in the company of the family was a gentle, loving and supportive Shlomi. A wonderful son to his parents, a charming brother and supporter of Yuval, his older brother. The two grew up together, side by side, and Shlomi’s loss was a severe blow to his family. Shlomi grew up and was educated in Holon. His neighbors and acquaintances tell us about a handsome, handsome, polite and courteous man who was careful to respect each one and greet him, to demand his well-being, and to be always ready to help. Shlomi enlisted in the IDF on January 27, 2002. He began his service at the “Machon Alon” Yigal Alon), in the basic training program for special populations. He was later assigned to a school of infantry. After about five months in his position, when he realized that he was capable of more, Shlomi asked to be transferred to a combat unit. From the moment he made up his mind, Shlomi sent many letters to various elements in the Israel Defense Forces, held talks with commanders and a noncommissioned officer, fought for his request for eight months, and persisted until he succeeded in his efforts and was assigned to the Givati Brigade. On August 12, 2002, he began training again, this time in the Shaked Battalion, where he arrived in the company as a long-time man with a much shorter period than any of his friends. Nevertheless, he never boasted of the seniority he had in the army and did not patronize others. He returned home proudly in uniform and in the purple cap of Givati, proudly carrying his personal weapon. His friend Alexei Yontonov wrote on his website that Shlomi was a chaverman, a very active soldier. Although he used to smoke cigarettes “in a chain”, he got all his friends in the department for a 2,000-meter “Bar-Or” test, which was part of a test to measure the physical fitness of IDF soldiers. His friends would turn to him and tell him about their problems in the army and at home, and Shlomi was able to provide an attentive ear, to advise and offer solutions, and despite his youth he was able to gain experience and wisdom, and to his age he knew a great deal about life. In the same person. “Shlomi was an excellent fighter and was not deterred or afraid of any journey or ambush, and he completed a full course – one year and four months – from But he did not give up on himself, and on the way, he was followed by most of the soldiers in the department with only his special humor, and his commander, Captain Shahar Katzir, said: “Shlomi always loved to make people happy” “In December 2002 Shlomi completed his basic training and went on to nine days of a shooters’ course, and in January 2003 he began an advanced training session with his friends at Keren Keren in the Negev in April 2003. In his role as a cook, Shlomi chose to give his best to the IDF, And volunteered to be a cook in a regiment of infantry soldiers. Shlomi was posted with most of his friends in the “Shaked” auxiliary company at the dangerous outpost “Girit” in Rafah. Supply did not reach the “Girit” regularly, which caused a shortage of various supplies. But Shlomi, a pain that cares for his children, prepared warm and tasty food for the soldiers, and always in large quantities, so that no one will miss anything. He improvised what he had done and done a lot of nothing. All the men in the company, including the older ones, loved him. Although Shlomi was relatively thin and small in dimensions, he was great in spirit and spirit,Tien in giving: He was willing to bend his shoulder and help as much as he could, so his friends called him “Great Yefet”. On April 24, 2004, when his friends returned from operational activities, Shlomi the Chef wanted to improve the meal and lit a wood-laden walker to prepare a barbecue for the fighters. In the process of burning the fire, Shlomi was severely burned with 85% of his body. He was hospitalized in the intensive care unit at the Soroka Hospital in a difficult situation, and struggled for more than a month and four days until he died of his wounds. Shlomo (Shlomi) Yefet fell during his duty on 28.5.2004, at the age of twenty-one, and Shlomi was promoted to the rank of First Sergeant after his death and was buried in the military cemetery in Holon. Yossi, a brother – Yuval and five half-siblings – Shani, Or, Chen-Leah, May and David In an obituary delivered by his brother Yuval at the funeral, he said: “To my angel, I never wished that I would ever have to part from you that way. My little brother, who was the greatest and most important in my life, is now spreading wings and rising to heaven. In his life he wanted to help everyone, and always asked: ‘Everything okay? Should I arrange something for you? ‘ And even when he had no way, he would turn the world around and make sure it was good. Now that all of us here are in pain for his death, he will arrange everything from above and make everyone happy. That’s all he wanted to be: an angel who helps everyone. Dear brother, I am proud of you, love you forever. You were always my little angel, and now it’s official. “Lt. Col. Moshe Or, commander of the unit, wrote in his memory:” Shlomi loved the battalion and its comrades in the company, and was proud of its combat service. He even thought of continuing his career. He was a good friend who liked to help his comrades in the company and rarely sought help for himself, despite the difficulties he faced. We will remember Shlomi with the constant smile and the ability to bring a tone of laughter to almost any situation. I am proud to be Shlomi’s commander. “His friends opened a memorial site in which his poem was written by his friend Eliav Abramov:” You always asked for my health, you always wanted to help, I will never forget how you were like a hero / picture of an angel on your way. “My friend Haggai Shoshani wrote:” I am sure that Shlomi is in each of us in the heart … I remember my peace and I smile, because you can not not see his smile straight, a mischievous smile that says: Everything will be fine, ‘”Lior Steinman, a friend of the track, told Ynet.” We went through quite a long period together in the same department. Lots of conversations into the night on guard duty, Saturdays together, shared jokes. What I will take from Shlomi for life is a friend Shlomi was. There are not many people who can listen at eighteen to nineteen to every complaint and nonsense of a friend in the middle of the night; And without anyone knowing that you too have your troubles. It was always easy and comfortable to talk to Shlomi, so it was so easy to love him. Not everyone has the courage to turn around in the company and call himself ‘The Great Yefet’ … You were a charming person who made people better. “” I will never forget your ‘staleness’, the smile that never left you, “wrote his friend Ilya Margolis from the Argaman neighborhood in Holon. “You would always help everyone, give to everyone who needed it. Even if you did not have one, you would. Always when I needed a friend you were beside me like a brother. You’ve never been depressed, and if you were, no one would know, because you would cheer them all up with your perpetual joker smile. You would say, ‘Life is beautiful.’ Too bad they were so short. And you would say, ‘If God wants me to die, then I will die.’ It proves how much you loved life and never feared death. They took the best of us, a golden man. And the most painful thing is that you walked on nonsense, brother. Just as you were strong in life, so did you fight before death. But they probably wanted you too hard there”Because a person like you is seen once in a lifetime, I thank God who made me know you. Full of good, funny memories come to mind when I remember you … You always helped me when I needed help. You always thought of me even when I was not with you. You always kept in touch, although sometimes I was not okay. All I can do is say thank you. Thank you for the wonderful, funniest and best years I’ve had with you. I wish I had not written this letter. “Shlomi’s memory will not let go forever, his image is engraved in his heart, his smile and his love for life, we continue on his way to do good to the people. Our guardian angel is up.
