Sargent Reuven Politiסמל ראובן פוליטי ז”ל Reuven was born on Tishrei 25, 5715 (10/22/1954) in Jerusalem, son of Mazal and Moshe. Reuven served as a combat soldier in the “Egoz” commando unit. He died on 10/20/1973, in the restraint battle during the Yom Kippur war. Reuven wrote the song. “Ima, Aba Ve’Kol Ha’Sh’ar” — “Mother, Father and all the rest. Performed by the Idan Raichel Project. His love of the arts held a very important place in his life. He was an active member of the city theater of Jerusalem, and acted in many shows during his youth. He also spent a lot of time writing songs about philosophy, and working on art installations made from metal. Reuven was an exceptional athlete, and was an accomplished member of the “Ha’poel” wrestling group. Reuven passed the tests for the navy, but decided he didn’t want to sign a permanent contract that would bind him to specific type of work. On October 20, 1973, he was shot and killed by Syrian artillery fire, while his unit was entrenched in the “Tel Antar” post, after it was seized from the Syrian army. Reuvan was buried in the military cemetery of mount Hertzel. He left behind parents, a sister and two brothers. The song below was written by Reuven and was later composed after his death by Idan Raichel and sung by Idan Haviv as part of the Israeli army radio station project: “Soon We Will Become a Song.”  Mom, Dad and All the Rest/The Idan Raichel Project And when the night is over and the sun shines Do you know what our eyes see mom? Trees around,with tall leaderships but stem scorched Big houses around but their ruind and matte colored I’m walking on ruins, mom And believe me there’s no pear is not the flower We are not heroes because our job is black The sun will set, the darkness will come And then we will sleep with our clothes in the bed Yes mother, it’s importent, it’s hard and it’s terrible I sweer that its hard but I’m staying The ground is gray and the distance is black And the blue of the sky like pauses and it’s waiting And doesn’t touch,doesn’t touch in the black distance A space between them,nothing to do with all the rest And it’s really hard but I’m staying There is a wire fence and after her drawn sword Mom, dad and all the rest We are not heroes because our job is black The sun will set, the darkness will come And then we will sleep with our clothes in the bed Yes mother, it’s importent, it’s hard and it’s terrible And when the night is over and the sun shines Do you know what our eyes see mom? אמא, אבא וכל השאר / הפרוייקט של עידן רייכל כשהלילה תם והשמש מאירה ?התדעי אמא מה לעינינו נראה עצים סביב, רמי צמרת אך חרוכי גזע בתים גדולים סביב, אך הרוסים ודהויי צבע מהלך על הריסות אני, אמא ותאמיני לי, אין כאן שום אגס ואין כאן פרח לא גיבורים אנו כי מלאכתנו שחורה תשקע השמש, תבוא עלטה ואז ננום בבגדנו במיטה. .כן אמא, זה חשוב, זה קשה וזה נורא בחיי שזה קשה, אך אני נשאר אפרה האדמה ושחור האופק וכחול השמים כאילו משתהה, והוא ממתין ולא נוגע, הוא לא נוגע באופק השחור .ביניהם חלל, שום קשר וכל השאר .וזה קשה מאוד, אך אני נשאר ,יש כאן גדר תיל ואחריה חרב שלופה ,אמא, אבא וכל השאר לא גיבורים אנו כי מלאכתנו שחורה תשקע השמש, תבוא עלטה .ואז ננום בבגדנו במיטה .כן אמא, זה חשוב, זה קשה וזה נורא וכשהלילה תם והשמש מאירה ?התדעי אמא מה לעינינו נראה]]>