Joseph, son of Dina and Abraham, was born in 1950 in Casablanca, Morocco. He was six when the family immigrated to Israel and settled in Kiryat Shmona. Yossi attended the Maimonides Elementary School in Kiryat Shmona, and after graduating from elementary school his mother died and left behind three daughters and three orphaned sons. Yossi continued his studies at the “Matmid” religious high school, where he became a great soldier. According to his teacher, he was “a good student, diligent and disciplined, fulfilling the commandments of the Torah, a noble soul and a noble man.” The nobility mentioned Yossi and they also determined the choice of the profession he intended for himself – education. He moved to Jerusalem to attend high school for high school teachers, and in 1969 he completed his studies successfully and became a teacher. In order to specialize in his profession he taught at the religious state school in Afula. Yossi had a lot of hobbies. He dealt with table tennis and basketball, weaving carpets and creating jewelry, and devoted every spare moment to reading in the field of psychology and education. Yosef was drafted into the IDF at the end of August 1970, and after basic training he completed a course for squad commanders and a course for machine-gun fire. During his regular service as a sergeant, he excelled in his kindness, warmth and concern not only for his department, but for the entire company. All he demanded of his soldiers demanded of himself. He made sure his men called their house, and made sure that supplies were timely and adequate, for games, books, and repair. In one of the incidents on the Syrian border, prior to the Yom Kippur War, a shell landed on the fuel concentration of the outpost and a huge flame broke out. Yossi did not wait for the order, went out first and ran to use the fire extinguishers. Another shell fell near him and he was lightly injured and sent for medical treatment. That night he returned to the post. When the time came for his release, everyone was sorry that they knew that he was not only a good commander, but mainly a loyal friend of his soldiers. In March 1973, Yossi was discharged from regular service and was immediately accepted as a full-time teacher at the Matmid High School in Kiryat Shmona. Although he was a very short teacher, everyone knew him. He had a brother, a friend, a father and an educator for his students and helped students who had difficulty learning without payment. He saw his mission in education and took care not only of the boys but also of their families. At that time he was not yet assigned to a reserve unit, because he had been released a few months earlier. When the Yom Kippur War broke out, his commanders suggested that he stay at home until he received a summons. Yossi turned to the city officer and did not rest until he checked the location of his previous unit, and immediately set off for the Golan Heights. Yossi’s commanders and subordinates were surprised and very Simcha when he arrived. As if magic had changed, Yossi took care of everything. His letters home were short and encouraging, and when he was on vacation, he learned of the chances of conquering Mount Hermon. On the 22nd of Tishrei 5740 (October 22, 1973) the action was to be carried out. The liaison, who had to join the force, was injured. Yossi took the radio and went up. When he reached the summit, he informed his commander, “We arrived,” but because there was no map in his hand, he fired a volley in the air and when the battalion commander saw how far they had come, he cheered: “You are demon devils, hold on until we reach you. Yossi, who was brought to rest in the Kiryat Shmona cemetery, left behind a father, two brothers and three sisters, and his teacher wrote: “Your heroism, my dear, is invaluable; “In his letter to the bereaved family, his commander wrote:” The Yom Kippur War was undoubtedly the most difficult in Israel’s wars … The battle for Mount Hermon was perhaps the most difficult battle in this war. Your son who fell in this battle, fought with his friends, as fought by those who know for what he fought, courageously and heroically, with devotion and closeness. We will not try,Because we can not comfort you with the loss of your son, even though we, too, have a feeling of losing a son of a warrior, a sense of honor that we have won in his ranks and honor for a family that has lost such a son. May his memory be blessed. “The family donated a Torah scroll to commemorate his memory.
