Bennett and Mordechai. He was born on April 17, 1981 in Netanya. Brother to Sharon and Carmit. Amit grew up in Netanya, studied at the Ben-Gurion elementary school and at the Ort Yad Leibovitch High School, specializing in electricity and electronics. When he finished 12th grade, he postponed his enlistment, and within the framework of the technological reserve he continued his professional studies at the 13th grade at the Hermelin College in Netanya and was certified as a technician. From a very young age Amit liked to play with car toys, and he became an amateur of cars and motorcycles. He read the journal Otto regularly, and he knew cars well enough to show him a screw, and he knew which car he owned. Amit’s great dream was to purchase a heavy motorcycle and to travel with him. “Amit was a handsome, innocent boy,” says his high school teacher, “smiling the same sly smile that says ‘good to me.'” He always does only what you think is important, rather than what seems to us to be important, dreaming of cars, motorcycles and motorcycles. , And even a future as a racing car driver. ” Amit grew up and became a clever and clever young man who understood and understood everything very quickly. Thanks to the great knowledge he had in various fields, he was dubbed ‘a walking university’. He loved life, loved to laugh and laugh but also knew how to treat with dignity and seriousness to every human being. He loved nature and its landscapes, and especially liked to watch the sunset. From time to time he would stand near the sea, in his hometown of Netanya, and watch the sun set to the horizon. His army friends remember how he used to wake them up early in the morning, so they could enjoy watching him at sunrise. Amit liked sports, much to do with krav maga and bodybuilding. He practiced regularly at the gym, and built his body beautifully. In his free time he loved playing football. In July 1999, Amit joined the IDF and was assigned to the Israel Air Force, where he studied at the Technion Technical School in Haifa, specializing in electrical and electronic engineering, and was a member of the Quality Group, which maintains and maintains the best of the IAF’s aircraft and systems. On 13 November 2000, Amit was killed in an operational activity in the Ofra region, where he traveled with other soldiers on a bus for the purpose of securing settlements, and was killed by terrorists’ gunfire. To the bus, a nineteen-year-old colleague who fell in the army, and was promoted to corporal after his death. He was laid to rest at the military cemetery in Netanya. Survived by his parents and two sisters. Amit’s parents commemorated his memory by setting up a computer corner in the Hermelin College library, where he studied. The personal inscription on Amit’s tombstone was inscribed, according to the letters of his name: “A world full of beauty and wisdom, you are beyond the familiar, will remain in our hearts forever.” The commander of the unit, Lt. Col. Oved, writes: “… Amit served as a trainee in a course in the Technical School of the IAF. Amit was endowed with peace of mind, inner beauty, patience and perseverance. He showed great diligence, which was expressed in his ability to meet the times, and to perform the tasks that were best assigned to him. Amit, who appreciated landscapes and nature, made sure to get up early to observe the beauty of sunrise. Those hours in front of the landscape were the source of his strength and strength. Amit aspired to serve in the IAF and insisted on persevering in the path he chose, as he strove to finish the course, showing great seriousness in his studies. We lost Amit on his way to perform a mission that expresses the giving and the love of the homeland … “A poem he wrote to his memory Moshe, his direct commander:” From Netanya he came / loved to see the dawn break / get up at 4 AM to see the sunrise. There is a late / strange / relative to him “Yaka” diffuse .// Possessing wonderful knowledge / Every car is pure / snowyAnd / or the exhaust pipe has already been cracked. / On the day he left the mission / in the morning his friends woke from sleep / equipment to load fast / after forbidden to another. Erez and Eli, his friends in the shooting control course, write: “… his willingness to help and help did not hide, whether it was on exams or in course studies And anyway. Shared their vast knowledge of cars, there was no question he could not answer. We will not forget his love of watching the landscape. Whether it was at 7 PM or at 3 AM, Amit would go out to the balcony on the sixth floor of the technical base in Haifa and watch the city for many hours without paying attention to the clock, thus showing his love for the beauty of the country. Amit never complained about his military service, despite the fact that he had medical limitations (he hid), fought to get out to Abtach, even though they told him that he did not have to leave.was determined to do his job best and loved the army. On the days when we returned home to the base and we could come by 10 am, while Amit was already at 8 o’clock on the second uniform at the base … “From the eulogy of the principal of the high school, A. Romem:” Again and again we look at the yearbook Of our school, ORT Yad Leibowitz, and our eyes refuse to believe.In an optimistic picture at the foot of an ancient tree in the school yard, Amit, A gentle smile, long hair, looking forward … I personally taught Amit, and I see him well in my mind’s eye at the end of the class on the left. A quiet, courteous and polite boy … many things Amit knew and many things he had planned. He knew exactly what he wanted to be. Only one thing he did not know, unfortunately: that his future would be so short … “Uri, who was a teacher of Amit, writes:” Amit as a student and as a colleague. I met Amit in 10th grade. I was the class educator. Amit sat down beside the wall. This is not just modesty, which was a prominent trait. It’s the desire not to be at the center of things. Not to be in the teachers’ focus. I thought Amit was one of the non-serious. He did not invest too much in his studies, because that was the way he chose it. I tried to talk to him. Amit, you can do more… He always smiled with a shy smile and said he would try. So I did not understand his head. He did not mean what I thought he meant. He meant that he would try to make us the teachers, square, and think he was trying. Indeed, he always knew in important times, to do what was necessary, to get out of the ‘Focus’ and then to return to his worlds. It was only when we returned to meet in the thirteenth grade that I realized how wrong I was, Amit gave us the teachers to think what we wanted, he did not bother him at all, he had his joys, his thoughts, his occupations, his priorities, When I heard the friends tell about Amit, I realized that I had lost a real experience that they, like his friends, had experienced. ” Mordechai, Amit’s teacher, writes: “A tall guy with a mane of hair, very beautiful, excelling in his studies, always smiling, always surrounded by a lot of friends. “Simon, a colleague’s neighbor, writes:” … Amit was an exceptional child, as a son born after two daughters, he was naturally expected to be spoiled, but this was not the case. Was a more developed colleague than the rest of his age, his technical approach was excellent and his social and moral approach was brotherYou saw and graduated. As he grew older, Amit became a handsome and unique young man both in his appearance and in his attitude toward the environment … “Erez Hevero writes:” … You were a world full of questions, desires, loves, mischief and magic, and on the other hand you were still a flowering, captivating child. Directions, and we would not have the opportunity to see it happen. If only you were here with us today, you would develop with us and we would continue to enjoy you. “Two and a half years have passed since I lost my son and the pain does not leave. I know that we must continue on behalf of my family: my wife, my children and my grandchildren. But I miss you, my child. The smiling look, the reverberating laughter that reverberates in the rooms of the house, even to your noisy quarrels and typical shyness. I often find myself talking to the stone. From the day I lost my son, I work tirelessly and in every way to perpetuate his memory and fill his place with a bit … “
