Son of-Shmuel-Yehuda and Malka. He was born on January 4, 1950 in Bielsko, Poland, to parents of Holocaust survivors. After Jacob’s birth, the father, who was active in the affairs of the Jewish community in his city, decided that it was time to immigrate to Israel to give Hebrew education to his children. After an arduous journey on land and in the sea, the family arrived in Israel in August 1950, but Yaakov fell ill because of the difficulties of the journey. In Israel, the family did not improve, because of the harsh austerity regime, and mainly because of its inability to provide Yaakov with the medical treatment necessary for his recovery. His first four years were spent in his deathbed and all the doctors were desperate for his life. But miraculously, apparently, he began to recover from his illness. When he grew up, he studied at the religious elementary school “Emunim” in Givatayim and his life was fraught with difficulties of adjustment. But he stood there in order to get his friends and compare them. His desire to be like all his friends spurred him and when he graduated from elementary school, he surpassed his friends in both physical fitness and mental fitness. He excelled in spiritual maturity, with a sense of responsibility and a much more mature worldview than that of a boy of his age. Yaakov was a member of the Bnei Akiva youth movement and traveled extensively throughout the country. These trips and his traditional education instilled in him a tremendous love for Israel and the people. After graduating from elementary school, Yaakov chose to attend the ORT vocational high school in Tel Aviv. He chose the printing profession because he saw it as art and art at the same time, and he also opened the door to expanding horizons while working and acquiring knowledge in other fields. Besides, the printing press was a profession that could support its owner and Jacob did not want to depend on his parents until adulthood. He excelled in his studies and satisfied his teachers, and his parents were pleased with him too. After the Six-Day War, Jacob traveled extensively in Palestine, especially in the liberated territories, which were considered the historic Land of Israel, territories whose members fell for their release, and in which they merged with the term “national” To defend in his service in the IDF. Yaakov was drafted into the IDF at the beginning of November 1969. He immediately faced a difficult dilemma: Should he do his military service and volunteer for the paratroopers, or he should respond to the feelings of responsibility and devotion to his parents who asked him to serve in the army? He would be sent to the Armored Corps and was not a happier man in this corps. “He knew that his battalion, the Armash Battalion, whose name had become famous in its glorious past, could prove its ability. He did well in all stages of his military service: basic training, And in front of the fire. There were difficulties but he never complained about them. His willpower and passivity were great, especially when the War of Attrition broke out and Jacob and his comrades stood on the water line under constant bombardment and fear of the raids of the Egyptian commandos. Jacob was an eyewitness to the fall of his comrades in arms, and during those difficult moments, the great powers of the soul that were north among many soldiers and Jacob among them were discovered. He was a disciplined soldier, a quiet and brave warrior, and stood out in his soldierly and social manner. He never refused to do what was imposed on him and even to do acts involving mortal danger. He, like his friends, was optimistic and confident that “there is nothing to worry about; When he came home on vacation, physically tired, the things he had seen did not fade away and he passed his full and confident smile, a smile that managed to conceal from his parents and friends what was going on at the front. Yaakov used to go out of his home wearing IDF work clothes, and when his mother asked why he was not dressed, he replied with all his Lev and peace: “Mom, when I come toThere is someone waiting for me to replace him at the guard post and I do not want to delay him because of changing clothes. It takes time, which my friend prefers to spend in his home. “During his short vacations, he visited all his friends, went to the wounded and encouraged them in the IDF’s hospitals and convalescent homes. On May 26, 1970, a strong Egyptian bombardment of the stronghold began, and at its height, a shell hit the observation post on the banks of the canal, where Ya’akov and his comrades were in arms. Jacob fell, covering his body to his friend and saved his life. Laid parents and brother. He was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Kiryat Shaul.
