Son of Avraham and Regina. He was born on January 2, 1951, in Jerusalem. His name was Simcha. He was born to parents who survived the Holocaust, and from the day he was brought home he brought with him joy. He studied at the “Shikmim” elementary school in Sderot and at the ORT vocational high school in Ashkelon. From his childhood, it has been evident that he stands out above the other children in the neighborhood. After school he would come home, but he never complained of exhaustion. As a sports fan who practiced as an amateur in the Shaar Hanegev basketball team and at Hapoel in Sderot, he did a lot of swimming. Most of all he loved his hobby – photography. In addition to photography, he collected stamps and coins. At the outbreak of the Six-Day War, he found no joy for himself and would look for all kinds of volunteer work to help the public – something he had acquired from his mother, who was a nurse and engaged in public activities and helping the needy. When the fighting ended, Simcha I was the first to rush to the clinic to hang the flag, as the war was over, and no more casualties. In January 1968 came a turning point in the life of Simcha. His good friend Mordecai Terashi, who was like his brother, descended into the submarine Dakar. Simcha decided that when the time came, he would volunteer for the navy, so that he could realize the ideal that his friend Mordechai had not managed to achieve. His parents tried to convince him to give up this desire, but he was ready. His decision was determined that the Navy had seen its mission and a month after the disaster he volunteered for the Navy boarding school, so that he could later enlist in the navy. Simha joined the IDF in early August 1968 and volunteered to serve in the navy, where he was seen as a model and loved by a neighborhood boy who ran a running competition for his parents’ home to let them know that he had come to Sharm el- When his parents tried to persuade him to ask for a transfer to a place closer to home, he was filled with rage and said: “What do you want from me? I’m staying in this unit! I’m not a baby! Simcha was a strong, broad-shouldered man, far from nervous and impatient, a cheerful, cheerful socialite who loved laughter and joke, always had a smile on his face, he was kind, loving people, and right to come. He was wonderful to his father, especially when the father lay sick – during his frequent visits to him, he would show much concern for his father – he spoke to him about this and that, in order to ease his pain and encourage him. He was brought to rest in the cemetery in Sderot, and from the day he fell he was promoted to the rank of sergeant. He “always volunteered to help – and faithfully performed every duty imposed. He was loved by himchais teachers, his friends, and the staff of the school. He used to be an advocate of his classmates who accepted his authority. I could not stand the moments of my anger in the classroom against his soothing smile. He seemed to be saying to me: ‘Do not worry, it’ll be good. Everything Will Be Alright’. One of his teachers wrote, among other things, in memory of his student Simcha: “He was the calmest, most stable and reliable among the boys, and there were better students in the class but there was no one I could count on as Simcha, I was Simcha to meet with the young man in navy uniform, who was my student, and after his induction, despite the few leisure hours, he found time to visit the teachers and instructors at the school and was Simcha to bring with them memories and plans for the future. ” His parents published a booklet in his memory and called it “Simcha”; On Hanukkah, a year after his fall, a chess competition was held in the town in honor of his friends from the town, who descended on the Dakar submarine.
