Asa, Matan

Son of Michal and Alon. He was born on Moshav Ma’ale Gamla in the Golan Heights on the 14th of Av 5744 (August 12, 1984). A younger brother to Eilat and a brother to Noa. In his early childhood, Matan grew up in Moshav Ma’ale Gamla, amid the enchanting Golan landscapes, banana groves, watermelon groves and goat pens. “A blue sweater, round face, thin hair, light skin and two blue lanterns that later became the secret kiss of Matan.” This is how Alon described his son as a boy running around among hay bales. He told me how Matan used to water the soft breasts in a milk bottle, and sometimes even took a small sip. Already as a child he discovered motor skills, quick perception, ingenuity, originality and creativity, for instance, when he built imaginary machines from the junkyard in the courtyard near his home. His extraordinary understanding of computers was also a sign of things to come. When one of the neighbors in the moshav bought a personal computer, it was a five-year-old Matan who discovered how to use game software and taught adults how to do it. When he grew up, the first of the children always woke up from school to work on the computer. He managed to run software in creative and unconventional ways. At the age of five his family moved to the Tel Nof Air Force base, following his father’s role as a combat navigator. In the first grade he began studying at the elementary school in Moshav Kidron. His many talents were accompanied by an aspiration for excellence, perseverance and dedication in every field in which he worked. In his karate studies he progressed quickly, as his father told him at his Bar Mitzvah: “We did not manage to buy a yellow belt, and he has already moved to the green and the wall …” Matan loved sports and dealt in a variety of areas, including gym and squash training. In running competitions, he tried his best to win, as his father said: “Matan does not like being in second place.” In his studies, too, he was not satisfied with the least. He showed exceptional talent in mathematics, and in elementary school he studied at Bar-Ilan at a very high level. Where he found original mathematical problems for mathematical problems. Motan’s motivation focused only on what he felt was needed for learning, and when they posed a problem similar to the one he had already solved, he decided categorically that “it’s the same, and there’s no need to go back.” Even as a child, he was charmed by the grace of the sky, and his excellence in sports and studies was accompanied by aspirations to take off. His dream did not stop in the sky, and he was interested in the requirements for an astronaut in space. “It’s interesting to him, interesting to those around him,” his father Alon said at the Bar Mitzvah celebration, “full awareness, a sense of justice and memory, cynicism and tenderness, endless arguments against iron discipline. Matan continued his studies in electronics at the “Oren” high school in the city of Yavne. He completed his matriculation in mathematics at the level of five units, and he passed successfully in ninth grade. His studies in the sciences and the arts stood out in his original thinking. He has a strong sense of criticism, a sharp understanding, an extraordinary ability to express himself, and a unique sense of humor. He was involved, and did not hesitate to express his opinion. Ruth Sharabi, the principal of the high school, said that he “had an opinion in the positive sense of the word, had something to say, knew how to express an opinion on every matter and did not take anything for granted.” Matan was an outstanding student and loved by his friends, and did not refrain from acts of mischief, but these, like him, were funny and sophisticated. “For many days I walked fascinated with the curves of imagination, the original thought, the expressiveness, the refinements of logic, which are beyond any talent,” wrote Sharon Agassi, his 12th grader, in 2002. Matan enlisted in the army, Did not give up his love for airplanes. He always knew he would follow his father’s path. He volunteered for an aviation course, and finished it after hisYears as a combat pilot. In the course he completed his undergraduate studies in mathematics and computer science. With his iron will and high abilities, he crossed the grueling course of the course. One of his friends recounted how on the most difficult “team examiner,” wearing a mask of anti-tank weapons (a mask for defense against atomic, biological, chemical weapons), he carried a soldier much bigger than him: “When I think of the victory of the spirit on the body, This situation. “Gurla, another friend, described how Matan was also successful in intensive academic studies:” For you, the school year was a enrichment activity, something nice to wade … and to testify about myself – without you I would not have finished the school year, The course of the pilot as well. “Professor Ilan Shalom, who taught Matan in two courses, says that his academic studies were a kind of intellectual challenge. At the beginning of the year, Matan was given a fairly quiet student, and the professor was not able to examine him: “And then when the first horseshit arrives, you quickly realize that this is a guy who understands above and beyond what was said and taught in the classroom, In the course of the course he also offered the lecturer an original proposal in the field of hardware (electronics) – the construction of a teleconverter incorporating a parallel serial cable and a multiplication of an array structure. The idea was developed after his death in an academic work done in his memory. Matan was loved by his friends in the army and at home. “Lettuce” was the nickname given to him. He could give good advice and illuminate every problem from a new angle. “You’re the lettuce, or you love it or not,” said his friend Skippy. “And getting to know you was not a simple challenge, but another layer and another unique point of view was revealed.” Tzachi Son of-Hanoch, another of his friends, said after his passing: “I will not have more friends with whom I can really meet and talk, not just to talk, to talk. I will not have anyone else I can tell him the coolest thing that happened to me this year, and he will come back and say cynically, ‘So, I flew today, and I just loved that nonsense.’ After completing the pilot course, Matan served as an operational pilot in a “Sufa” plane (F-16I) in the Negev Squadron, at the Ramon Air Force Base. He liked to fly and was proud to be a pilot in the air force. He fulfilled his duties with dedication and responsibility, and soon the squadron’s soldiers were exposed to his captivating personality. As Yakir testified, he joined the service: “You received the position of systems officer at an early age and performed it professionally and with dedication and diligence that few people succeed in doing.” The special spirit of Matan and the ability of sharp perception, combined with an uncompromising desire for understanding and sophisticated humor, were liked by everyone who came into contact with him, as Yakir went on to say: “We got to know and love a guy with a unique, wonderful and creative approach to life. A subject and a convention, and you were not afraid to attack and present questions in every field we dealt with. “I was often surprised by the boldness of breaking the conventions, but you knew how to do it with rare humor and the inconceivable sharpness of your thinking. After two years as a combat pilot, he passed a pilot training course at the flight school. He completed his training in the fall of 2008, and then began to serve as a flight instructor in the “initial battle” phase. As usual, this role was also carried out with investment and dedication, and he contacted his apprentices, cadets, and close personal contact. Lt. Col. Or, a senior instructor at the flight school, told of Matan’s devotion to his position: “You decided to enlist in all of JesusAnd you understood very well the dedication and commitment involved in the essence of a guide … You made a special and close connection with your personal pupils, especially Carmi, with whom you also took the last flight from which you did not return. “On October 22, 2008, , A pilot on a Tzukit plane with Karmi Ilan, one of his students at the flight school, arrived in the Eshkol region near the Eshkol Stream near the Eshkol National Park about 30 minutes later. Matan and Carmi Captain Matan Asa was killed in an air accident on a flight in the Tze’elim area, on the 22nd of Tishrei 5769 (October 22, 2008). He was laid to rest in the military section of the cemetery in Yavneh, leaving behind his parents and two sisters, and deputy commander Carmi Ilan fell in. Matan’s commander, Lieutenant Colonel Or, eulogized him: “You were a brilliant man, A thin sense of discernment and a broad and sober vision that went well beyond your young age. “Your special sense of humor, sharpness of mind and deliberation, are a favorite of your many friends.” Tzachi Son of-Chanoch, his friend, referred to the unique character of Matan and his unfulfilled dreams: “It’s obvious that you are looking at us from above and laughing at everything. Yes, laughing. Because that’s what you are, a tireless reservoir of humor that sometimes produced such sophisticated jokes that only people with intelligence like yours could understand. I’ve always told you that you’re wasted in the air force, because what’s a pilot for you, like matriculation in mathematics for Einstein. People like you, your kind, of your material are people who write biographies about them … Matan’s dreams just started flying … The sense of humor is added to the reservoir of dreams and the endless abilities to realize them. “Noa, Matan’s younger sister, “I’m most afraid to forget… Important things like-your jokes, your smell, your sharpness of thought, your brilliance, your voice, the way you climbed the stairs and I could tell exactly who it was and what shoes were at his feet. So I keep reminding myself every day of one of your jokes, the way of thinking, how you would solve my problem. “On the anniversary of his downfall, Skippy described the friendship experience that was interrupted by hostility. , Always from a new angle, creative, unique, refreshing. Being with you was for me to be in another world, new, challenging, Yaffa, and interesting. I’m trying to preserve the world as you saw it, of course it’s impossible, but sometimes, for certain moments and in certain places I succeed. “Matan was supposed to go to Poland as an officer in the Air Force delegation, and his commander Aviad Kara during the military ceremony that took place In one of the death camps, the words that Matan wrote in a trip to Poland in the framework of the high school: “The clothes, the hair, the teeth, the shoes financed the train, the train brought the people who brought the clothes, the hair, the teeth and the shoes. The soldier would beat the kapo if he did not beat the prisoner to work. The commander ordered the soldier to beat the kapo if he did not beat the prisoner to work. / The Germans occupied Poland. The Poles built camps for Jews. The Jews created weapons in the camps so that the Germans would conquer Russia. / Those who had mercy died, those who hesitated died, those who rebelled died, those who asked dead questions, those who answered wrongly died.When he was a little screw in a satanic machine? / Could the devil himself have foreseen what this great machine would have been? “On Memorial Day, about two years after his fall, his sister Eilat told him about Ginsburg High School They both learned: “I’m very curious what it would have been if I had been able to move forward from here in time, and to know the rest of the story: What kind of wife would he marry? My daughter, born ten months after his death, did not get to know him, he had access to children and a unique sense of humor. Chin Dad is going to be? ” Eilat signed the song “The Blue Dream of Icarus,” a song that Matan wrote at the age of seventeen: “He went up in the sky to the sky, only for a moment danced with eagles, and the sun’s flames dissolved its feathers, an eagle blew one of the burners. The water is sinking in the water, and all the more so in the air, from the water he comes and to the water he returns, the sea water replaced the amniotic fluid, the cavern is buried, the seaweed shrouds clasp his body wrapped, his back a pair of white wings instead of the wings of the silver flight “