The son of Hagit and David, born in Rehovot on July 27, 2000 (25th of Tammuz, 5760). Eldest brother to Noam and Evyatar.
He grew up in Ashdod and graduated from “Makif D” High School.
Before his military service, he joined the “Aharai!” movement and the “Asa” organization, training intensively to improve his fitness. He later studied at the “Arazim HaGalil” pre-military academy, a joint program for Jewish and Druze youth. Afterward, he enlisted and served as a combat engineer.
Dvir had a captivating personality, a smile that healed those around him, and a deep, engaging presence. He was a true and devoted friend—warm, affectionate, loving, compassionate, and emotionally intelligent. Hardworking and kind to all, he was a role model, the best of his generation.
He volunteered with children with special needs, loved sports, soccer, running, hiking, and nature. Family time was sacred to him. He loved music, dancing, and celebrating life.
Always goal-driven, he achieved what he set his mind to. He planned to study psychology, become a psychiatrist, and spread light by helping others.
He honored his parents with love.
Dvir attended the Supernova festival in Re’im with friends from his unit. At 6:39 AM, he called his mother, reporting a “Red Alert” and their evacuation before disconnecting.
At 7:32 AM, he called again, saying there were wounded. He had applied a tourniquet to a critically injured woman and was evacuating her. The road was blocked, so he placed her in a civilian jeep.
At 8:07 AM, he called one last time, saying the area was burning. Suddenly, he saw two white pickup trucks full of armed terrorists in military uniforms firing in all directions. His mother heard the gunfire. He said, “Mom, Mom,” and the line went dead.
At 8:42 AM, Dvir wrote in the family WhatsApp: “If I don’t make it, know that I loved you endlessly. You are my heart.”
At 8:50 AM, he messaged his father: “Dad, I am praying to God. Our army will win.” It was his last message.
At 8:54 AM, he wrote to his friends: “I love you, my brothers. I’m afraid to die. Shema Yisrael, Hashem Elokeinu, Hashem Echad.”
A friend called him. A terrorist answered: “There is no Dvir—this is Muhammad,” with gunfire in the background before the call cut off.
Dvir was missing for five days, wounded and bleeding to death. A friend saw him evacuating a wounded person. He begged Dvir to escape, but he refused: “My friends are wounded. I am going to save them.” He stayed to rescue others—and lost his own life.
Dvir used to say: “Be the light you wish to see in others.”
His headstone reads: “A lover of life and a seeker of peace. A martyr in the army of heaven. He gave his life to save others.”
A loss to us and all humanity. We are proud of you, our beloved Dvir. We will remember you forever.
