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Brooke, Michael

Brooke, Michael


Son of Fania and Victor. He was born in Moscow, the capital of Russia (then in the Soviet Union) on 17 April, a young brother to Ilana. A comfortable and comfortable baby, who grew up to be a good and loving child. Michael – Misha, affectionately called him at home – studied in Moscow in school 330 until the fourth grade. Then, in September 1990, the family immigrated to Israel. They settled in Migdal HaEmek and continued his studies in the city, first in the Shalom Aleichem elementary school and then in junior high school in Rogozin, where he completed 12th grade. , Chemistry, mathematics and English, and even passed the psychometric exam towards university studies during his twelfth grade studies. At the end of his high school studies he was awarded a certificate of excellence for his academic achievements. “He was one of those who did not study but always got a hundred … Michael helped his friends in physics, and thanks to him, many of them have a matriculation certificate,” said Igor, his classmate. About a year after their immigration to Israel, the parents divorced, the father returned to Russia and Michael grew up with his mother and sister. He was a diligent and very responsible boy who valued and respected his mother. Sometimes he was warm, but immediately calmed down. He always understood the economic situation at home and worked on vacations to pay for various treats, or to issue a driver’s license. Among other things, he worked in the building and plastic factory where his mother worked. In his free time, Michael used to play the computer, loved and adopted every new technology in the field that came into the market. He also practiced sports a lot – mainly tennis and soccer, a sport he had practiced since childhood in Moscow. He used to play soccer every Friday, even during his matriculation exams. Shortly after arriving at Migdal HaEmek, Michael joined a large group of friends. The group often met with various sports games, joint studies, trips to nearby parks and kibbutzim, and picnics on fire. Michael, a friend of his, remembered the meetings: “During high school we used to meet and play cards, and this was a time when we also studied for a psychometric exam … One day we met a number of friends and planned to study for the psychometric exam. Michael enlisted in the IDF after the 12th grade, when he was drafted to missile boats and enjoyed the challenge of being on a ship in a stormy sea, he wanted to reach the navy, and in December 1998, The rank of corporal and a lieutenant. Nadav, a weapons officer on the ship, said: “Michael, you were the first soldier to arrive in the weapons department in my time as a platoon commander, you came first as a new immigrant in the department and fit in wonderfully in the department and the ship. I appreciated your quick understanding and ability to improve and learn from your mistakes, your stubbornness and faith in your inner righteousness, which despite sometimes leading to arguments between us only added to the esteem I felt for you.You were an inseparable part of the department- the exhausting voyages, the outdoor training, the endless work, In all of them, we estimated the GDP Your team, and your willingness for any purpose … “Among the crew members on the ship were good friendships and a great brotherhood between them, as the family members describe:” One takes care of the other and covers the other, which creates a stronger relationship … Michael did not have The problem of closing Saturdays in ships because of the great consolidation with all the team members. ” The friends remember another aspect of his service: “He liked to eat – more than a normal person, but he stayed thin with ‘cubes.’ Every bite he took was a drinkLater. He loved mostly cola, bread, and American schnitzel. “Michael enjoyed his service, as his family says:” We never heard any chastisement from him … He took the bassa in its rotation. He was able to enjoy everything, even from the service on the ships, which was not always easy. “Michael fell during his service on the 23rd of Elul 5759 (August 23, 1999) in a car accident near the industrial zone of Migdal HaEmek. The Military Cemetery in Migdal HaEmek left his parents and sister, and was promoted to the rank of sergeant in his letter to the family: “Michael was described by his commanders as a serious and thorough soldier who performed his duties in the best possible way, “Michael was very motivated to continue his military service, stood out in peace of mind and was loved and accepted by his commanders and friends alike. Colonel Noam, commander of the naval commando unit in which Michael served, said: “You served as a combat soldier in the YMCA for nine months … We all knew and appreciated your quiet and modest nature, We will always remember your quiet smile, your hands that were wonderful to do with the buttons of the weapon system or with other tools you used … Michael, neither the difficulties of absorption in Israel nor the hard service in the missile boat could dim your smile and your joy of life, And only a second alone on a dark road in the night watch cut you like a young tree in its bud. We hope you listen to us and know that you will always be in our memories and in our hearts. “Michael, we are all here with you. We do not believe here. We all hope that you will hear / know you for nine months. You have a feeling of years. We met you on a cruise, in a routine, In operations, training and hiking. // Remember every morning you have a bright smile and a smiling mouth / We will remember every morning your mood and endless joy of life / Deep inside us, deep inside / deeply absorbed in us – you were a true friend // Michael, today you are gone, “We lived in the same city and studied in the same school, we met at high school, he is 17, and I am 16 years old,” says Michael, a friend of Michael. We went out together for three years and we had friends we shared. We finished school together and went through the induction, the army and many other experiences. I came to all the ceremonies – basic training, the end of a course – and felt like a family … Michael was a very happy person who loved life … He was very smart, aspired to excellence and wanted to study at the Technion. There could have been something excellent about it, related to these areas. “The crew of the ship sailed:” What else can we say? That he was quiet, industrious and modest, it did not matter anymore. He is no longer with us, he went and did not say goodbye. He went and did not come back and the world did not stop. He went with him the hope that this man in bed 4 is not you, it’s someone else. “It’s hard to start a cleaning order without seeing you standing in a smiling section with a wiper and a swivel in your hand, with eyes that suggest you’re going to fall and fall asleep on the floor … hard To go to sleep without knowing that you are going to wake me up with a slap and a smile that says – do not worry, tomorrow we go home … but the hardest thing is to sit here now, think about you and remember you, wait for you to come and say that although one of the best friends really went, Will be fine. Michael, you will know that all of us here miss and do not forget. Michael, thank youDaniel, a friend of Michael’s since basic training, wrote: “Michael (that’s what I’d call you) … Good friends, you, Mandy and I, were a trio of friends from that class. We have had quite a few experiences in this ship, some of which I will never forget… The thing that characterized you the most was your passion for food, no matter what. You were always hungry and used to say over and over, ‘I did not eat anything from morning’ in this funny accent of yours. No one will forget you at meals, the food was all for you … you were a good friend, really good. I miss you, I miss you a lot. Believe that you are not with us now? No, I can not believe it, I always have the feeling that she’ll come back, whenever he comes back. It’s a little hard for me to lose a friend, and you were a little more than a friend for me … “Tamir, a shipmate, wrote by the letters of Michael’s name:” Young angel in a rocket ship / a true friend that everyone loves / was so pleasant with you. I will remember you forever. // On the way from Abtach you would only help the friends you always wanted / And then the worst happened / The accident happened and remains in memory. ” Dolev wrote: “You left and all that remains is a memory, a sweet memory / always a joy and a smile, you have never been beaten / you have always helped everyone, you have never hesitated / and you have saved others. Michael’s organs were donated by his family and saved four patients. Elijah, who received the heart of Michael, wrote to the family: “On behalf of me and on behalf of my family, I would like to thank you for the nobility of the soul that you discovered during your difficult time, along with my condolences for the death of your loved one. Serve as an example and give new meaning to the words courage and generosity … It is not pleasant to live with the knowledge that in order to live I need the heart of another whose fate is not good … Thanks to your loved ones I returned to full physical and mental activity, pain and family. And my gratitude from the bottom of my heart. ” At the Brock family’s home, memorial albums are kept for Michael. “We believe that our commemoration is at heart,” he says. His sister Ilana had a daughter named Moran – the first letter in her name is in memory of Michael.

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