Berg, Jacob (“Kobi”)

Son of Shimon and Esther. He was born on April 13, 1951. He studied at the Beit Yehezkel Elementary School in Ashkelon and continued at the Sprinzak School in Kiryat Gat, where he was a member of the “Scouts” movement and taught there. He studied in the real-world track at the Tagger High School in Ashkelon, he played the piano with great talent and also showed a tendency to literature and poetry and wrote poems and plays, and as a high school student he was a member of the editorial board of the student newspaper. , Was devoted to his parents and sister, and to his friends who loved him, and he always had a bright smile. And after graduating from high school with honors he enrolled in medical studies at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem and in November 1969 he was drafted into the IDF and assigned to the Armored Corps. During his few days of service, he stood out as an outstanding trainee in the company, a courageous warrior and a model friend. He had a sense of self-respect and aspired to rise to the ranks, his ambition for knowledge filled the army as he continued to study (especially physics), but only six months had been enough to fulfill his duty to the state. On April 28, 1970, he fell in battle in an enemy raid near the Suez Canal. He was laid to rest in the cemetery in Ashkelon. Rabbi Spector, who eulogized him, noted that Jacob was a shadow, who passed through the Warsaw Ghetto through the Holocaust until the establishment of the state and up to the Canal; His grandfather, Rabbi Zemelman, fell as a commander in the Warsaw ghetto, his parents suffered in the concentration camps and his uncle fell in the War of Independence. The rabbi concluded: “It is not Jacob who will call your name again, but Israel, because you have served with God and with people – and you will be able to do so.” In the “thirty” for his fall, the principal of the Ashkelon high school said a eulogy to Yaakov. “I taught you to know the homeland in the 10th grade geography class and I did not know that you would give me a painful and glorious lesson, full of love and love,” he said. I taught you citizenship in the twelfth grade and did not expect you to stand so painfully, glorious and majestic in the test of good citizenship. I will never forget the kind smile that always was on your face and despite the serious inquiries between us, about things that now seem to me like nonsense, I always felt a deep friendship toward you. “