Eichler, Yaakov (“Yashka”)

Son of Haim and Hannah. He was born on September 3, 1948 in White Russia. At the beginning of 1960 his family immigrated to Israel. He studied at the “Narcissim” Elementary School in Kiryat Tivon and at the ORT school in Afula. Yaakov received a serious education in his home and loved to spend time with his friends and go with them on nature walks, in the Yaffa Kiryat Tivon area, or in other beauty places in Israel. He was eager to meet every corner of the country and would return from his travels full of experiences. This love for nature, for landscapes and for all the Yaffa in the world brought more from Russia. His teacher at the school noted that they had fallen, because he was not among the demands and the recipients and the shouting and the pushing, but was quiet and timid. She said that Yaakov was good, loyal and willing to volunteer. Even when he fell, his loyalty to his friends was expressed in a roar of battle: “I’m going with you! At the school he participated in sports and regional sports conferences in Haifa and the north. He excelled in short runs and long jumps and was part of the school team in light athletics. After completing his elementary studies, he was accepted to the vocational school in Afula, where he took part in the four-day marathon with the school’s team, and did not try to stand out from his friends in his athletic activities. Was a disciplined, quiet and honest person, and was one of the most famous of the sports field: “If he won or won the competition, he never responded with arrogance but with the modesty that was inherent in his soul.” He was drafted into the IDF in August 1967 and volunteered to serve in the paratroopers. He was able to get up in the middle of the night and fix the thing on the spot, whether it was in his home or in his home, On May 24, 1970, Sgt. Ya’akov fell in battle on the banks of the Suez Canal and was sent to rest in the military cemetery in Haifa, where his commander sent a letter of condolence to his family. He has done a long journey with us since his enlistment, during a period of war and chasing in the Jordan Valley and shelling the Suez Canal. During many months of training or sitting in the outposts, we got to know Yaakov and saw him as a good soldier and a devoted friend. His commanders appreciated him and his friends loved him. We are sorry that Jacob was lost to us, and even more to this sorrow. Most of us could not accompany him on his last journey, because we are still near the Suez Canal, in the war over the area where he and his comrades fell. ” The motherland, when they were armed with his personal weapon. Jacob was a model soldier and an exemplary socialite. When he stood at the absorption base and declared that he wanted to volunteer for the paratroopers, he knew that he was embarking on a difficult task, that this unit required spiritual effort and endless physical strength. In preparation for his training as a high-level fighter, he was ready for action when required. Jacob did not hesitate to face the challenges and difficulties ahead. These spurred him to extra effort and to greater fitness. He never complained that training was exhausting. The common life, for many months, proved that in the paratroopers, social cohesion and mutual help are necessary conditions in order to withstand the constant tension, the difficulties that pile up every day and in later stages, in order to fight As a coherent and cohesive unit. Jacob cultivated his weapons, guarded him so that he would not rust, and let him fail when it was time for him to act; His expertise in weapons was amazing. One of the characteristics that characterized himHis coolness. He was never moved or lost his senses, even during the most difficult times. He always knew how to act rationally and always found the right way to overcome his problem. His commanders could trust him wholeheartedly that a mission he had entrusted would be carried out. – – – A week after I fell I went on vacation; It was the night before his fresh grave, dusty with the backpack and the Uzi on my shoulder, and I felt a lump in my throat: “Here, Jacob, take the Uzi, whom you loved so much, to the silent hills, so close to the furnace.” Yair Dori’s book “The Story of an Israeli Paratrooper in Egyptian Captivity” was dedicated to Yaakov and fourteen of his fallen comrades.