Kishichi, Yigal (Kishi)

Son of Chana and Yoel, was born on February 12, 1928 in Haifa. When he was three, his parents moved to her room. After graduating from elementary school, he studied for one year at the agricultural high school in Pardes Hannah. When he did not feel inclined to agriculture, he went to study electrical engineering at the Max Payne Professional School in Tel Aviv. Yigal was a member of Maccabi Tel Aviv and played in the Maccabi orchestra with clarinet, trumpet and saxophone. In addition, he was at home on piano and excelled at a good musical hearing. He studied art painting and lovingly painted landscape mirrors. He was a sculptor. With youthful glee, with vivid humor, with sudden transitions from an obscure to grave, he served as a center for his party and liked his knowledge. In the Second World War, he was disappointed by his young age, which prevented him from volunteering for the Jewish Brigade. When he grew up, he fulfilled a year’s duty of serving a year as a guard. Shortly after entering the service, he was sent to the course and promoted to the rank of lieutenant colonel, and through his father, the director of the electric company in Hadera, who was a Hagana activist in the village, also found his way to it. He was a soldier and soldier, and during his leisure time he was a friend and brother of his subordinates, who learned to obey him and to like him, and by the end of his year of service, he was promoted to stay in Nutras. The beginning of the winter of 1948, when an independent Jewish force was formed to defend the Yishuv. Yigal rejected the offer he had been offered by the British. A few weeks after his release from the Nutras, he volunteered as a trained soldier for the Alexandroni Brigade. He completed a professional course with honors, and became a counselor in one of the IDF battalions, took part in the organization of cultural life, took part in guarding, defending and taking action against the enemy’s enemy, on the 3rd of Adar 5708 (March 4, 1948) Yigal went out in a pickup truck on the way to Siwa near the Beit Halevy road clearing house, and despite the requests of his people to sit with them in the car, he stood on the wing of the vehicle so that he could better navigate the vehicle. When the van was loaded onto a mine near the Beit Halevi, he was blown up in the air and killed, brought to rest in the military cemetery in Hadera. “The youth had to fight for the land, lest they be turned into the ghetto, and I am ready to give my life for this purpose,” he said.