Rani Tamir

Sergeant Rani Tamir, From Ganei Am, a fighter in the 50th Battalion, the Nahal Brigade, fell in battle in the northern Gaza Strip.

Rani is the son of Sharon and Eldad and the brothers of Eyal, Yair and Dana.

Rani was a happy child, loved nature and trips, reading and food. A special friend who was always there for his friends, knew how to strengthen those who needed it and with inspiring honesty he shared with them, as defined by his friends, he was “like a tree to lean on”.

During his childhood, Rani participated in a patrol club and even guided it. At the end of high school, he volunteered for a year of service as part of the “New Guard” in Pithat Nitsana.

Upon his enlistment in the army, he decided to return to the nucleus of the cruiser circle and with this nucleus began the military course in Nahal.

Rani was known for his love of birds. Many family members and friends would ask and ask for his help in identifying birds they didn’t know and Rennie always knew how to identify and give the answer.

Rani left behind diaries full of his experiences, thoughts and questions. His writing was honest and shared what he was going through in such a way that he described the objective reality around him alongside his thoughts, opinions, dealing with the difficulties he experienced and finding the solutions.

He was a very thinking child, connected to struggles and emotions and a lot of asking himself questions that he not only thought but also spoke them shared and brought into his world,

In his last diary, which he wrote while he was inside Gaza, he describes the sights, smells and feelings alongside a description of his worldview and moral questions he and his friends faced during the war. From the diary emerges the character of Rani, a cute, funny guy, with self-criticism and constant internal investigation. A guy who loves the people around him and values ​​his friendship with them, loves laughter, good food and the simple moments of life.

In one of the sections of the diary, on one of the days of the fighting, he writes: “…..but now we hear music from the radio and it’s nice. What a beautiful moment, a group of fighters sitting in a ruined stairwell, closing their eyes and absorbing every drop of sound and music.”

Mother Sharon’s memory of her Rani, whom she called Ranchulon: “Rani lived in the attic with many stairs and I will always remember the sound of him going down the stairs at a run with a big big smile and in a deep masculine voice asking “Imosh, what’s there to eat?”