We are sitting here, your friends from school. Trying but unable to digest that you are not sitting with us. We didn't have time to make a class meeting, and here we are all sitting here with Sahar, your brother, who is just like you. Sitting and reminiscing.

Almog Everyone says you died for the sanctification of Hashem, but they forgot to say that Almog lives for the sanctification of Hashem. That wherever you were, you would always speak and strengthen the people - whether it means strengthening yourself on Shabbat, in prayer, among people, and the like.

Your character, which I knew and got to know from other people's stories after your death, gave me a few more points that I took from your personality. For the commander you were under your command, for the attention to the environment, this sacrifice on your part that cost you at a victorious time.

Almog - my brother the angel, you never abandoned me or anyone else in the field until you had no choice and even then you came out as a man as you could. I will miss you very much. Every time I remember you my heart will crack more.

I have so many things to say to you and about you that I haven't had time. I don't know where to start. My head is mixing all the thoughts. What now? How does the family go on without you? How does society go on without you?