Einav, Maoz

Son of Esther and Gideon. He was born on the 17th of Kislev 5731 (17.12.1970) in Rishon Letzion, while his father served in the Sinai during the fortification period and hence his name – Maoz. The youngest son in a family of four. Maoz grew up in Rishon Letzion, studied at the Yadlin elementary school and graduated with honors. An accomplished and competitive guy. Ambitious and stubborn, who insisted. Full of joie de vivre and a sense of humor, who stood out in society and was very much loved by all those around him. A humanist in his opinions and blessed with talent, he painted, wrote poetry, and read. He was a member of the aviation department, built model airplanes and participated in competitions, and each year he crossed the Sea of ​​Galilee with his father. He had a lot of love for animals and nature, he was a bird and he traveled a lot around the country. Maoz wanted to serve in the combat force in the wake of his brother Ofer. He successfully passed all tests and tests for the air force and was intended for an aviation course. However, on the eve of his induction into the IDF, he was diagnosed with a rare blood disease and as a result was disqualified for military service, and Maoz did not give up and decided to volunteer for military service: “I planned to enlist in a combat unit. I received a summons for a pilot course and summons for the elite units. I want to serve in the army like every citizen … “At the end of November 1989, Maoz volunteered for IDF service. He was placed in the air force and sent to serve in the squadron as a noncommissioned officer on December 13, 1990. Maoz was brought to rest at the military cemetery in Rishon Letzion and left two parents, Galit and Limor, Ofer, from a poem written in his memory: “You were far from being perfect, but I loved you / I loved the person in you / a kind of simple life / who is no longer alive. / I met you on trips with a cap / jeans and shirt without sleeves, and of course the famous bag. / Each with one fancy bag / and you and the bag. / You would take half a bag, / and pack it half an hour / after all of us. / “Maoz Yaghi” / We always waited – and you arrived. (This page is part of the Yizkor memorial project, which was held by the Ministry of Defense)