A Day of Grief

Israeli LGBT personalities share their thoughts on social media on Day of Remembrance for the Fallen Soldiers of Israel and Victims of Terrorism.

Harel Skaat, Singer

Every year this day crushes me.
Every year I realize that our survival in this country is not becoming easier and far from over.
Every year there are more names, more children, more soldiers, civilians, Israelis.
Every year I wonder if it’s too much to ask that next year we won’t have new names will not be educated with more combat operations ..? May the memory of the fallen be blessed.

Michal Eden, Attorney and Activist

On this day we shall remember that homosexuals and lesbians have the right too,
to be recognized for being widowers, and mourn their loved ones.
Rachel Algvsi was recognized as a widow of fallen soldier Fabiola Bohadana and her kids were recognized as orphans.
May her memory be blessed.


Shimon Shirazi, Nightlife Personality

Bowing my head this evening in memory of Baruch Shirazi Z”L.
My dear and pretty uncle who died in the war, died as a hero.

Amir Ohana, Attorney and Politician

Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four.
Four seconds.
This is how you measure the length of time that elapses from the moment you hear the click, until the grenade goes off.
Four seconds in which you must get the grenade away from you – or die.
The hero I choose to glorify and remember this year,
chose to die.
Nathan Elbaz.
Born and raised in a small and poor neighborhood in Morocco in the Jewish Quarter, near Pas.
Like most of his mates in the forties in Morocco, he had a great enthusiasm for the Zionist idea, learned Hebrew, and aspired to move to Israel.
At 18, he finally immigrated to Israel. On January 1954 his dream came true. He was recruited to the Israeli Defense Forces, and was assigned to the Givati ​​Brigade.
He loved the army so much, and it became a home for him. For the first time since he came to Israel – he was happy.
On one occasion, after training, Nathan and another soldier volunteered to break down grenades. While sitting in a tent, disarming the grenades and chatting, there came the knock.
It is not known how, but the grenade’s safety catch in Nathan’s hand was released.
Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four.
Four seconds.
That’s the time he had to decide what to do. He could leave the grenade and run out – and that would’ve certainly killed his friends in the tent, and perhaps caused a chain reaction of other grenades exploding in the tent, which would probably cause many more casualties.
He jumped out holding the grenade, certainly hoped to find an empty space to throw the grenade.
But there was no empty space. Soldiers from all sides were keeping the camp’s routine.
“Grenaaaaaade !!!” he shouted, as he ran with the grenade in his hands, perhaps hoping to find an empty space, an area that he never found.
Everyone lay on the ground.
And Nathan lay down too.
He lay on the grenade, holding it close to his heart…and then came a superpower blast.
He lay down and died.
After his death the former IDF Chief of Staff Moshe Dayan gave him a distinguished service medal.
When I was in my twenties, I had the privilege to serve at the base bearing his name – Nathan Base.
This year will mark sixty years since his death.
This child, his smiling gaze here in one of the only pictures that remained of him, should’ve been now in his eighties.
He hadn’t survived twenty-two, but he reached for bravery.
I don’t know if he has relatives in Israel, but today I’ll go to his grave at the cemetery in Kiryat Shaul, lay a stone, maybe say Kaddish.
Nathan Elbaz – a hero.