Yehezkel, Aharon

Ben Raya and Ezra. He was born on 19.4.1974 in Tel Aviv. A brother to Sara and Lippa. A son of a family rooted deep in the land of Israel, a good disciplined boy who nursed his house Zionism and values, and according to his grandmother, the son of a Sephardic father and Ashkenazi mother, embodied in his personality the merging of the exiles at his best. Aharon’s early childhood was in Tel Aviv, where he went to first grade in the elementary school “Example”. When he reached third grade, the family moved to Kfar Yedidya. He continued his studies at the elementary school in Moshav Beit Yitzhak, where he moved to the Ruppin junior high school, and completed his high school studies at the Ramot Hefer Community-Experimental School on Kibbutz Ma’abarot. Was accepted by all and loved by his good temperament – smiling and bright, polite and tidy, and all his essence – giving and love. “The person with the greatest soul I know,” wrote his friend Shani, “is always eager to help, always with a smile, always with a huge love.” As a high school student, he worked in the flower farm of one of the moshav members, and also helped his mother to sort eggs. The sea was his great lover; Aharon went swimming, diving and took a course that saved Baraka, and for a while worked at the Daniel Hotel in Herzliya as a lifeguard. Basketball also liked to play. In general, Aharon was a very physical person, a happy man who loved life and knew how to enjoy the small moments; He built himself a pub, where he used to relax, drink his favorite beer, and imagine how, when he was big, he would run a real pub, and at the same time he would open a olive press to produce olive oil. In his home, Aharon Laor was educated by his uncle, his mother’s brother, Major Rafael-Menachem Milo (Melnik), one of the pillars of the naval commando unit, who was killed in the northern Gulf of Suez in September 1969 during the War of Attrition. The legacy left by the uncle, combined with the strong belief in the need to contribute to the people and the homeland, led Aharon to volunteer for the paratroopers. When he enlisted in the IDF on November 22, 1992, Aharon began the combat path and completed successfully: “The pride and honor that you brought to your family at the end of the campaign,” wrote a friend of the family, “is difficult to describe in words. Aharon was in one of the paratroopers’ battalions, and towards the end of his regular service Monet was appointed to the rank of corporal, sergeant sergeant. After his release, Aharon built his home in Moshav Kfar Yedidya, in the estate of his grandmother Shoshana. Her grandmother immigrated to Israel from Germany in 1933, and Aharon had a very special relationship with her. “Aharon had sentiments to ancient things,” his mother explains. “And he promised Grandma that he would preserve the heritage.” Aharon began to work as a dairy farmer, and for a certain period worked in a warehouse for animal equipment. All the members of Kfar Yedidya knew their cute, pleasant young man, whose love for the land was unqualified and his industriousness was for nothing. “The air that Aharon left behind was filled with a smile, the joy of life and the person who radiated from it was contagious … We, the sons of this village, who were educated on serious values ​​such as work, responsibility, long-term planning, Aharon is a refreshing breeze of the here and now, of joy and pleasure, of true joy in the friends and the good things that life around us can offer – food, drink, the sea … “Aharon’s friends tell of a loyal and beloved friend and an optimistic person whose heart is wide and open , Who is always there to help. “For me,” described Uri, his friend, “when you say ‘salt of the earth’, for Aharon the expression takes shape: a moshavnik, tall, strong, tanned, always smiling, maintaining a good mood.” Aaron, adds Raya Amo, looked forward to the future, and at the top of his mind were new ideas for business and original initiatives – “He ran to get the first million …” In 2002, following the arrival of foreign workers from Thailand, Aharon was fired. The great frustration B feltIn May 2002, the Knesset approved the arrival of 6,000 workers in Israel, including the Ministry of Agriculture and Rural Development, I was fired … I spent three months in the reserves for half a year … When I’m called to the flag, I stand up like a well-oiled machine, but when the state is called to help and support us, its citizens … it is not So I, a reservist serving in a combat brigade, considered one of the best in the IDF, hereby requests that all my duties be transferred to the legal Thai worker who will serve in the army In reserve duty and fight in my place. … I feel like the last Jewish laborer who still works in manual labor, and the state is ashamed of him. My country, strangely, wants to liquidate Hebrew labor in Eretz Israel. “Aaron’s letter aroused many echoes and he was nicknamed” the last Mohikani. “But Aaron could not really disengage himself from his sources and the sense of responsibility he felt in him. On July 30, 2006, he was drafted to reserve duty in Order 8 and moved north with the Paratroopers Battalion 7008. In his capacity as chief of staff, Aharon was supposed to stay at headquarters and not enter Lebanon, but he insisted on fulfilling his mission As a combatant, and joined the detachment of the battalion that was attached to an anti-tank company. “He was poisoned like the days of the regular soldier,” he says. The force entered Lebanon on the evening of Tuesday, August 8, 2006, and began walking toward the first destination – the village of Dibl.On the morning of Friday, August 11, 2006, after a long and difficult walk, the fighters reached the outskirts “The weight that you carried on your shoulders was unbearable,” his friends wrote, “but procrastination like a lion. You were very confident that nothing could happen … The walk was very difficult, but for a moment you did not think of stopping, but on the contrary, you helped your friends. “When the force entered the village, fierce exchanges of fire broke out with the Hizbullah terrorists, and in the late morning hours, when he attacked his friends, Aharon was hit by a single bullet that hit his chest and was killed on the spot. An improvised landing pad built a few kilometers from the village, and then returned by helicopter to Israel, where he was buried at the cemetery in Kfar Yedidya, where he was succeeded by his parents and two sisters. Aaron the Great from Kfar Yedidya, the friend of man. Our brother, the man in men, a real hero. When you were like Aaron the priest, loving peace and pursuing peace and loving people, loving and loving everyone, serving grace, kindness and brotherhood to all those around him. You built your house with your own hands on the land you loved so much, planted olive groves, planted roots on the land of your forefathers. You are the symbol of Israeli heroism, who insisted not to remain on the dishes from behind, but volunteered as a pioneer in front of the company, before the people, in the war against evil. “To Aharon we love so much, over the years you have gathered a community of admirers drawn to the joy and peace of life you have spread … Behind a tough, rough look, you hid a good soul, Generous and gentle person who will not throw a cigarette butt in the street, and who can enjoy it even when it is not all good. “Mordechai Ben-Yitzhak Abulafia wrote to him on behalf of the worshipers of the Rabbi Meir Baal Haness Synagogue, whose grandfather Aharon was named one of his founders:… You were a handsome young man in your thirty-two years, handsome man, tall, tall, and always always a shy little smile on your face. … Always politely you answered, humbly, with a kind of respectful smile. You were … Now, when you left, what remains are the memories, the pictures and the films from which you will look straight, a kind of will for those who stay: ‘Be strong’ … ” There is no other person like you in the world, so special, who sees the world in a special way of his own … We will always remember your memory, and we will continue to go out, to have fun and to enjoy each time we raise glasses and kiss bottles. From today, on the guys, we will no longer say “to life” – say “to Aharon.” We love you, “wrote Tzipi Globerman, his ex-wife. It’s been almost five years since we broke up, but it was the bloody war that separated us forever. I was a girl when we first met, a young soldier at the beginning of her career and you are a dreamer, gentle and handsome, with big innocent eyes, through which you can see all the good in the world. … You were a rock to lean on, a shoulder to cry for, you were everything to me. … I was thrilled all over again by your wit and your ability to love life and live more easily than anyone else. … I did not have time to tell you how much I loved you, what a wonderful and amazing person you are, and what a great privilege I had to be loved by you. … I know that there is an angel who guards, looks down at me, greets me and forgives me. In a book that was published in memory of the victims of the Second Lebanon War, Aharon’s family drew a picture of his character: “A tall, shaved man, beard, bristles and earrings. Always with a smile on his face, and from his good eyes reflected a mighty soul. Always true to help, full of charm, creating a special atmosphere, relaxed and calm, true and brave friends. Aaron loved Adam and was loved by all. We will remember him walking around in the shoes of a dairy farmer, working in the olive grove he planted in the soil of the village he loved so much. Love the sea and the sound of waves. Love a man and his country. “After a period of crisis and divorce from Mitzpey, with whom he had a long-term relationship, he recovered, began to study business administration at Ruppin College, and did not give up his dream of opening a pub and producing olive oil Three years earlier, invited some of his friends to join him to plant olive trees in the farmland of his family in Kfar Yedidya, and after they fell, the members took upon themselves to continue on his way, and they treated the orchard he loved so much and made olive oil Asaf Kramer, Ben-moshav Bat Hefer and one of the members wrote in “Hefer”, the newspaper of Emek Hefer: “Aaron, a farmer in his soul, was known for his love for the work of the land, With spoke of his desire to bring that people will make the olive harvest for a family outing in nature. “On a bright winter day, three months after Aaron’s fall, his vision began to materialize when dozens of friends, relatives and friends of Kfar Yedidya raided the two young plantations he had planted, and in a few hours covered more than a ton of olives About four hundred trees.) “When we see the oil coming out,” said Daniel Fedovich, one of the members, “it’s like seeing Aharon smiling.” In the framework of the memorial project initiated by the University of Haifa to commemorate the fallen of the Second Lebanon War, The “Mother” Foundation In Kfar Yedidya, a playground was established in its name – “Gan Aharon” The kindergarten was inaugurated on April 20, 2007 ” LED, instead it has a zest for life and hope for the future. The spirit of Aaron and his love of life will be preserved in a young garden forever. “Rama wrote:’Moreshet’ is a great word that Aaron would not have used, but it is the most appropriate word to simultaneously express the deep hole he has left within us and the lesson he has left us: to appreciate all the good we have, and to know the taste of beauty and enjoyment that life can offer us. “