Avi and Nahorai
Meet Avi and Nahorai, who were taught from the first day of army service, that the 51st Division is a Division that never quits. As much as it takes hits, it always fights back. They are the first line of defense. Terrorists will not be allowed to harm civilians. Not on their watch.
My father speaks in a whisper, his voice is almost muted. His skinny body looks frail in wheelchair and a scar across his head, but his eyes tell the story. These are the eyes of a warrior striking towards the target.
Just like he was taught in Golani’s 51st Division. Just like he did on the morning of October 7, when his friend was hit by the terrorist’s fire and he got up to help him and got hit by a bullet in the head himself.
Just like he has been doing since he started rehabilitation in Loewenstein, after undergoing brain surgery and being sedated and connected to a respirator machine for two weeks.
They received a report on numerous terrorists crossing the border fence and four squads advancing towards the kibbutz.
They rushed over there, and suddenly they were hit by massive fire. Michael ben Hamu and Adi Tzur unloaded the Hammer to attack – and were killed. Itamar came to unload after them, and when got up he caught a bullet in his hand and fell. My father got up to help him, got shot in his head and fell next to him. Itamar shouted that he was hurt and the last thing my father remembers is that he got up to defend him. Got a bullet and lost consciousness.
The next thing he remembers is waking up in Belinson Hospital after two weeks and seeing his father and mother above him. He burst into tears and asked what was happening with his soldiers. That’s the first thing he asked when he woke up. How are his soldiers?
The bullet itself did not enter his brain, but he was damaged by bone fragments. The injury is in the brain area on the right side, therefore the left side of his body is affected.
Nahorai was the first force to arrive at Kibbutz Kisufim and fought a heroic battle there against the terrorists with his good friend Imri, sergeant major. Ten fighters who faced dozens of terrorists and killed a few of them. They were only ten people, but extremely determined and fearless. Rom, a platoon sergeant who was on the force, decided to join forces with two fighters and storm on a row of houses ahead. He encountered a large group of terrorists. He shouted to Nahorai: ‘Nahorai, Imri, I need additional forces to join me.’ The only thought that crosses Nehorai’s mind was that if gods forbid anything happens to Rom, he will never be able to straighten a look into Rom’s parents, knowing that Rom was shouting for help and he didn’t assist.
The way he starts jumping in his direction comes out of a Hamas rope and gives it a bundle. The first bullet hits him in the cheek and exits the neck. He falls to the floor and starts bleeding from his neck, a very serious injury.
Imri takes a warrior named Ivan and tells him: ‘You put two fingers in his neck wound. He will shout, scream, no matter what happens, you stop his bleeding.’ It’s what actually keeps him alive. Their luck is that the MP arrived with the NMR three minutes after he was injured. He shook his hand and said: ‘Damn it, I’ll get you out of here alive.’
