The son of Leah and Mulik. He was born on 26.1.1974 in Kibbutz Einat, brother to Gonen, Hovav and Ronit, the husband of yifat and father of Uri (who was born after he fell).

Dror studied at the elementary school on Kibbutz Einat, and was a happy and mischievous child. In his free time he played basketball and horseback riding. At one of the periods when his father was away from home, he wrote to him: “Father Shalom, somewhere in Einat, near Rosh Ha’Ayin, there is a boy named Dror who loves his father very much, I’m helping Mom … Dad, send another postcard, I love you very, very very much, yours Dror. ” On the same occasion, Dror even devoted a song to his father: “The whole world is big, and I am afraid of everything, and my father is so big, and I love to eat, and my sister loves to crawl. .. “

In seventh grade, Dror, together with all his classmates from the kibbutz, went to study at the “Hof HaSharon” joind school on Kibbutz Shefayim. In the ninth grade, he began practicing karate with the Shu-To-Kan method, while playing basketball. Dror continued his karate training, and this sport became a way of life for him. He was careful to practice and maintain the principles of the method, and the fruit of his persistence was short at the beginning of the twelfth grade, when he received a black belt (high rank, young age, and shortly).

Dror’s attraction to guidance and education came from the values ​​he grew up in and was expressed during high school years by the children of the kibbutz elementary school.

Dror enlisted in the IDF on July 26, 1992. He began his military career in a pilot course, but after a half year he fell to the infantry and was assigned to the elite unit of the paratroopers. Later he served as a platoon commander in the Nahal Brigade and as a guide in the officers’ training course at the IDF Training Base.

Dror worked for a short time in the kibbutz and went on a big trip to the North and South America. After about seven months of traveling and working abroad, he returned to Israel. Upon his return to the kibbutz he served as coordinator of the children’s company. In addition, he was active in the life organization and volunteered for three and a half years at the Schneider Children’s Hospital in Petah Tikva, in the Department of Children with Cancer. Dror trained the hospitalized children in Karate and gave them hours of grace and hope. After his fall, he was awarded the Minister of Health’s “Volunteer Award”. For the past year and a half, Dror has been teaching disabled and exceptional children within the framework of the Amichai association. After this, he received the “Volunteer Award for 2002” from the Shalem Association of the Ministry of Labor and Welfare.

Dror studied at the College of Management in Tel Aviv, in a combined track: teaching certificate, computers and business administration. In his second year, in May 2000, he married Yifat.

In the third year of his studies, Dror was offered to teach at the “New High School” in Tel Aviv, where he submitted his students to matriculation on computers. His mother Leah relates that during the Passover vacation he went to high school to prepare the students for the matriculation exam. While she thought he would come to an empty classroom, assuming that no student would give up the vacation, Dror reported a full class, and that many students had come and participated in memorizing the material. On the day that the matriculation exam took place, Dror approached each student and handed him a bag of lentils on which was written a blessing of success. His students passed the test with high grades.

Dror’s students loved him very much and appreciated his great investment in them. At the end of the school year, the management of “New High School” offered Dror a regular job as a computer teacher. In the meantime, Dror received a request from the Defense Ministry with a proposal to join the ranks of the Mossad and to serve in the computer department. Dror chose to join the Defense Ministry because he saw it as a mission. As a result, he completed his academic studies and received a bachelor’s degree in business administration.

On Passover 2002, the IDF launched Operation Defensive Shield, which was intended to damage the infrastructure of Palestinian terror in Judea and Samaria. After three days of training, on April 3, 2002, the battalion entered Jenin.

Dror’s battalion first participated in the siege of Jenin, and later began fighting in the refugee camp. The soldiers went from house to house, through the walls of the houses, and advanced slowly to minimize civilian casualties.

On the eve of Holocaust Martyrs ‘and Heroes’ Remembrance Day, the eve of Holocaust Martyrs ‘and Heroes’ Remembrance Day. “There is a direct connection between the Holocaust period and these battles, and the connection is that in the Holocaust the Jews could not defend their lives, but here we are in an independent state and we are responsible for our fate, and we are fighting,” he said. About the fate of the State of Israel. “
The next day, on April 9, 2002, Drors squad encountered an ambush of terrorists. Dror who was with his soldiers fell in battle. He was twenty-eight when he died. He was laid to rest at Kibbutz Einat. Survived by his wife, parents, two brothers and a sister. After his death, his daughter Uri was born – without him knowing that his wife was pregnant.

On the grave of Dror, who was promoted to captain, the family engraved the words “Through you the love of pepole – will never Dwindle.”

Avri Golan, a childhood friend of Dror, told that dror: ” was among the most powerful, the most calm, and the most calculated, and I’m sure that in this battle he did everything without mistakes.”

The father of Dror, Mulik: “… You are twenty-eight years old and this is a force – we did not have the power to protect you, because we wasted our power … You were born in the Yom Kippur War – and we gave you the name Dror because we thought, You were born into a free life, and you fell in the middle of the war – and the country has not been quiet for forty years.
For twenty-eight years we’ve been trying to give you the best we can-and you’ve given us back twice as much. A big heavy stone lies on my heart-and I with my meager powers and with the help of many of those around me we must smash it, and with the shards to build something else new that you deserve my Drori, and I do not yet know what it is. … I will not cease to think that a Jewish majority in the Jewish state is guaranteed forever, and I will continue with my meager efforts for what you have asked for in our long conversations. “My heart will rest in peace, my children, my beloved, my heart. May my death give you my son, the children of Drori, a bird to an endless expanse, and the summer has already come … missing you so much,your Father.”
Dror’s father established the “Dror for all” association in his son’s memory and enlisted all his energies for social-voluntary action.

Dror was immortalized in the Kibbutzim College project, where excellent seminar papers are devoted to bereaved families. On the dedication page of her work, Sara Amon wrote to the family: “It is a great privilege for me that the seminar work that I wrote is dedicated to you and to Dror, who was in his life such a significant place for children and their development.” The memorial page written by Amit Geva, project coordinator, appears at http://info.smkb.ac.il/home/home.exe/2196/12290.

Dror’s life story also appears on the website of the Hof Hasharon High School, in the Yizkor chapter.

In memory of Dror, a friend of the family, Avishai Ben-Hur, wrote and composed a song that bears his name: “It was a summer day / you packed your uniform / you said good-bye and you went to reserve duty // We did not know it was the end / “that you will come rapped in the flag / and berried in the ground silently / Jenin you are so bad/ you took are life/you toke are Dror/ Your wife gave birth to a daughter / You did not get to see / You did not even get to know / will Tell her you were a hero …”

On the third anniversary of his fall, his lovers were told about his daughter Uri, whom he did not get to know. Orly wrote: “Dror, the page is too small to contain everything I have to say to you, but they did not tell you how much Uri is crazy, Dror – we talked a lot about how you will be a father and about you, And how much you may love children and how you helped, and how the children loved you and how you wont be able to come thake uri from the kindagarden like the rest of the fathers on Fridays and how could it be that you are not with us and how can you not hear Uri’s pearls and how can you not see how she grew up? Yes, Dror, Uri is in my kindergarten, and today Uri talked a lot about you – my father Dror was killed in the war and he can not go. ‘ Dror, if only you could – you would be very proud. “

Malik, Yifat’s uncle, wrote the story “Where do children really come from?”: “There are stories about storks that sometimes bring children and maybe even through the brother’s chimney, and there are stories about cauliflower, In this story you will walk near the big mountain (even a small mountain can be the biggest mountain you see now) because your big mountain, you look at its peak and when the ridge the borders the sky, are so clear in the place where the blue sky starts. The entire mountain lies under the top of the mountain, because only it is the summit .To see the inside of the mountain, you have to relaxe for a moment and look deeply. deeply intoyour quite place, because that’s where things are born. Because there are not alone, in silence, silence, thoughts become clearer and feel.
Then something begins in the heart. It is true that just as it is hard to see the inside of the mountain, it is hard to see the heart, but you can feel, feel and hear the silence. (Sometimes it is easier to listen to the heart of your mother or father because you can put your ear close). In building a house and building toys someone sits with a paper and pencil and plans the structure, the production. She is not planning on the baby that will come here – she is planning her birth. And when the heart wants it, and even dreams of it, it builds a circle and another circle, and just as the sun looks very far away, and even if it is dark here, it will sleep somewhere – and so the baby – once the dream wants it, she will sleep in her heart and go with her, and even eat with her, Then one day you can feel her too – because she will sleep, and that the heart knocks even twice and even that she is very quiet (and does not make a mess in the room), because of her the world is not alone. And while the whole world is waiting for her and wants her so badly and he does not have the patience anymore, she decides when to show the world to her – ‘and others are allowed to wait for me …’ Then the heart gives her a hand and says, ‘See you, go on your way …’ And she goes to this world and says, ‘I am here with you,’ and in her were the heart and dream begins – the dream of her child … “

Malik wrote: “Again spring, and once again the harvest rose blossoms with such orderly logic, its flowers rise in turn, according to the logic of nature, but inside the heart cries out for the injustice, the impossibility of the loss of nothingness. … but how can we assume that a little girl is holding the baby with her little hand and her other hand is stretched out to the story … Dror – the world does not work out without you, the trees are blooming now for you – for your family, and you stop. The column is on a trip to Netaf or anywhere else, we look around, you sleep but inside, the spring is sad, the chair is empty again on this Passover, waiting for the door to open and you will come in. I believe, That with a consoling smile you see Uri’s footsteps in this world, the innocent wisdom of your charming child. The birds are building a nest again, the moon is full again, and we are marching here in an orphaned world, believing that Uri’s smile will extinguish the sadness. “

Yifat’s parents wrote: “Dror, you were like another son, you embraced us from the very first moment we met, you gave us the feeling that with Yifat you also received us, in good spirit, in love, and there was a lot of love in you. A part of our family circle, giving attention to each of us – your smile, your presence, your help, and we miss … and the time that passes is not a cure.

Three years of nothing, alone, alone without you, alone in thoughts, alone in reality, thinking about the waste, the loss, about the dreams that were interrupted, about Uri not having a hug from Dad, about Dad Who wanted so much and did not have the time to hug, to love, to grow, to see Uri’s smiles, her joy of life, to feel and to hear her, to dream with her, to be with her, three years without you, and I get up every morning, look at our Uri and see the pride that comes from your eyes. What a wonderful little girl we have, how we succeeded, and the heart is crying, because Uri will only grow up with stories about you and a picture on the wall … What a missed opportunity … Life and death … “