Fox, Mordechai (“Moti”)

Son of Aryeh and Silvia. He was born on December 19, 1950, in Kfar Ata, where he studied at the Gordon Elementary School. From his youth he was a lively and lively child and always was the central figure in his company. After graduating from elementary school, he decided on his own and with the consent of his parents to continue to study at the high school on Kibbutz Dan in the Upper Galilee, because the kibbutz life was very appealing to him. Nevertheless, he did not stay in the kibbutz for a long time and entered the hotel school at the Tadmor Hotel to study the profession of cooks. After the Six-Day War he volunteered to help Kibbutz Amir in the Upper Galilee. He joined the wave of volunteers and announced that the coordinator in Haifa had sent him and with this “trick” he had succeeded in getting help from the Yishuv. When the time came for his induction, the argument began with the parents about which unit would serve. She had always wanted hard times and wanted to volunteer for the naval commando, but he finally reached a compromise with the parents. Moti was drafted into the IDF in February 1969 and volunteered for the Paratroopers Brigade, and he aspired to be one of the first on a stretcher journey, or on an arduous journey on foot. On the face of it, it was easy for him to overcome all the obstacles and difficulties he faced, and he was very friendly to all who hated lying and hypocrisy, he knew how to help, and he loved to encourage anyone who needed it, he served wherever the border was “warmed up”. He was sent to a squad commanders’ course and successfully completed it. When the canal became the most difficult front, Mutti was again on the first line of fire. He took part in patrols and sat in the most bombarded strongholds in the northern sector. Moti was proud of his father, who was called for reserve duty and was also sent to the canal and was very Simcha when they met there. He had already come home to say good-bye to all his acquaintances and the lively and full life he so loved. It was as if his Lev had told him that his end was approaching and that he should enjoy life as much as he could. A sadness descended upon him as he parted from the house and as he walked he did not turn his head back, as he always did. On 24 May 1970, four days after he left the house, he died when he fell on the banks of the Suez Canal when he encountered an Egyptian ambush. He was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Haifa. “I remember the meeting in the valley,” he said, “the commanders called you Moti, not Mordecai, I knew there were no nicknames in the army, but we could not help liking you because of the smile on your lips. I was a soldier who tried to fulfill all his promises, you were a soldier with energy and fitness that was not enjoyed by every soldier, I would tell you the duties of a commander and see how you attack a target and give orders. The weapon was in a ready position and when I looked at you I said to myself: Poor terrorist who will encounter this look – – Moti, you fell as a fighter and defend the homeland, Ltd. is the hope of our lives, we know that you and your friends have given us their blood fell to the peace “. After his fall, a booklet entitled “Moti” was published.