30 years I’ve been waiting for a nephew in Golani and it came Naori made revolutions to get to Golani
And in the end made it like a big one
Yes, it’s Naori that Grandma filters his soup
who eats schnitzel only with kiffup
And that there was no salad next to it
But he took it upon himself and went step by step
Until the journey came, like her, how proud I was to come to Golani Junction, to walk the last kilometer with you and be at the ceremony and say to my Korni, you see, my father is Golani, no matter how much time passes, you always had tears in your eyes, hear Amnon here, I want you, Nanny of Golani’s brown beret and tree was no happier than me and prouder than me, because Golani is for life;
A week ago, I had the privilege of participating in your evening in Nahal Oz, my mother Golani, Racheli Balilti, called me and said, Tzila’s brother, if you can help us, I said, I have the privilege and honor, we arrived at Nahal Oz and it was a company evening, as only Golani knows how to do, I stood there from the sidelines and said, and I was in tears of excitement that Allah had passed 30 years and I am still excited fncmx.com
And here came Black Saturday, which came as a surprise, how much we prayed, how much we checked, every piece of information, every phone, we all jumped up until today at 4:20 in the morning, when the head of the council, Shai celebrated, called me and said, Moti, it’s over, aye, how much pain at that moment, how much sorrow fncmx
When you see your family broken up
Our Nauri, I have no doubt that you fought to the last bullet as only Golani knows how to fight
My dear brother, I salute you
Take care of Grandma Grandpa
Mom and Dad
Strawberry Elia
And my Dori
I assure you, dear Nori, that the roots of the tree may be in the ground, but your liblov will be seen wherever we can commemorate, your soul will be entangled in the bundle of life
Moti Bokobz fncmx