Heinberg, Uzi

Son of Gavriel and Shoshana. He was born on July 18, 1948 in Kibbutz Dorot. When he reached school age, he studied at the kibbutz elementary school and after graduating he studied at the Sha’ar Hanegev Joint Education Center and completed high school. During his studies he was Simcha to help his friends solve mathematical problems and he encouraged them to continue studying. He was endowed with will and perseverance. For one year, Uzi was the coordinator of the Hanoar Haoved Vehalomed youth group in Hadera. One of his hobbies was photography. In November 1967 he was drafted into the IDF and volunteered for the paratroopers ‘paratroopers’ unit. His first career in the unit was difficult but he overcame difficulties as he always did. He stood firm to any challenge. After basic training he went to the paramedics course and then went to Ramah. He was an elementary boy and it was evident from the first order, in which he was meticulous about details and meticulous in order. In the course he immediately became prominent and became the first apprentice. Besides these qualities, he had a highly developed sense of justice. He was very hurt when someone did not trust him or thought he had lied or tried to cheat his friend. He was also hurt when it seemed to him that someone else was not believed. Uzi was close to his parents and home, and when he was once offered to come to one of the holidays to stay in Tiberias – because it would be interesting for Uzi, the farmer, to see what life in the city was like. He always got everything in laughter and it lit up to a friend. About twenty or thirty seconds before that, on the same day, on the 27th of Elul 5728 (August 27, 1968), when Uzi drove off in the half-track to his camp, he sat next to the driver, and when he turned he saw his friend in the car. On his face – (a smile of apparent indifference to the speed with which his friend traveled). One of the friends signaled Uzzi to order the driver to stop, but he turned and continued to smile – and as he did so, the half-track turned into a rock field near Ein Zein in the Golan Heights, causing serious wounds and thus died on the spot. His parents noted him as an outstanding and quiet soldier who “did not try to attract attention, but did his work in all the territories faithfully and with devotion … Your sorrow, our sorrow” On the first anniversary of his death his parents,