,אֵ-ל מָלֵא רַחֲמִים, שׁוכֵן בַּמְּרומִים, הַמְצֵא מְנוּחָה נְכונָה
,עַל כַּנְפֵי הַשְּׁכִינָה בְּמַעֲלות קְדושִׁים, טְהורִים וְגִבּורִים
כְּזֹהַר הָרָקִיעַ מַזְהִירִים, לְנִשְׁמות חַיָּלֵי צְבָא הֲגָנָה לְיִשְׂרָאֵל
,אֵ-ל מָלֵא רַחֲמִים, שׁוכֵן בַּמְּרומִים, הַמְצֵא מְנוּחָה נְכונָה
,עַל כַּנְפֵי הַשְּׁכִינָה בְּמַעֲלות קְדושִׁים, טְהורִים וְגִבּורִים
כְּזֹהַר הָרָקִיעַ מַזְהִירִים, לְנִשְׁמות חַיָּלֵי צְבָא הֲגָנָה לְיִשְׂרָאֵל
Son of Victoria and Abraham. He was born on July 31, 1956, in Ramle. Brother to Shlomo. He was educated in his city at the Achva Elementary School and completed his studies at the Rakusin High School in Aviation Accessories. At the beginning of August 1975 Yechiel enlisted in the IDF, where he completed his course in Aviation Systems at the Air Force Technical School in Haifa and was stationed at Etzion Air Force Base near Eilat. He continued to serve in the Israel Air Force as part of the career army at the “Ovda” base, where he served for about a year, and after serving in the Palmachim base, He was evaluated against a dedicated, responsible person who promotes the subjects on which he is responsible He was very motivated, received several degrees of excellence and was awarded the title “Anti-Excellence”, and his commanders expressed his tolerance, the excellent human relations he had endured, his willingness to provide help and service to anyone who requested him and his professionalism. Friendly, devoted, enterprising, care-giving, professional, do not refrain from dealing with new challenges and changes, radiating a comfortable atmosphere, full of joy and love. “Over the years Yehiel has enriched his education in many courses, Improving aeronautical visitors, quality engineering, refueling tankers and more. Later on, he went to graduate school at the School of Practical Engineering at Tel Aviv University. After being certified as an aircraft engineer, he was chosen from among several candidates to serve as a quality auditor and integrated new and advanced methods in the department. “Yechiel was considered one of the professionals in the unit in the field of accessories in general and mechanics in particular, and his service was recognized as a quality supervisor. Along with his success in the military career Yechiel nurtured the family unit. In 1980, he married his daughter Dalia, and the couple had three children: Aviv was born on 18.8.1981, Nitzan was born on December 25, 1985, and his youngest son, Or, was born on March 27, Yechiel’s last position at the Palmachim base was in the area of training at the Matamim unit, and this role was also professional and admirable.Yachiel Levi’s long and rich military service was interrupted at the age of forty-two on the 21st of Av 5768 (August 12, 1998) 1998), after a long struggle with a serious illness, Yehiel was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Ramle, and left Raya, two sons and a daughter, parents and brother, and his words were engraved on his grave: “You have a smile on your face, and we will look after him for years.” The bereaved IDF chief of staff, Lieutenant General Shaul Mofaz, wrote: “Yechiel served as commander of the training department at a guided weapons maintenance center at the Palmachim base of the air force, Yechiel demonstrated his loyalty and great tolerance, stood out in the joy of life and was admired and accepted by his commanders and friends alike. ” Lieutenant Colonel Moshe Dahan wrote: “Yechiel arrived at the weapons maintenance center 14 years ago, after serving at the Air Force base in Yechiel, where he was very well received and was the head of the accessories department in charge of hydraulic and pneumatic systems. A technician was transferred to the position of mechanical systems quality inspector, and Yechiel demonstrated a high personal initiative in everything related to my performanceAnd even caused changes and improvements in working procedures. He excelled in his work, was a number of times in front of an outstanding soldier, and even received an outstanding certificate of defense from the unit commander. Beyond the seriousness, the professionalism and the diligence he demonstrated during his service, he had a sense of humor and a joy of life that did not leave him until his last days. Yechiel conveyed a sense of comfort and love to his surroundings at all times. We, the commanders of the unit, its soldiers and citizens, who lost a friend and brother, express our deep sorrow and our deep sorrow. “Yehuda Cohen, a member of the service, wrote: During the preparations for the activities at the Palmahim base, I had the privilege and honor to work with Yehiel in cooperation that gave me the opportunity to meet a man of great height. In every activity that required my arrival at the base, I was certain that the cooperation part of the base was already covered, because I knew who was in charge. … I was very sorry to hear that Yehiel was no longer with us, I knew him as a proud family man when he showed me pictures, as a good soldier and as a person. “After his fall, Yehiel’s family separated from him in emotional letters and in his memoirs. You’ve never been sick during your entire life, and about a year and four months ago you were visited by the damn disease, the same disease that ate you from the inside, and you, you did not show it out. All along the way, showing resilience and great optimism, you knew how to internalize the terrible suffering, and you always said, ‘Yes, I’m fine, it’s not serious.’ Exactly a year ago you had a very difficult operation and despite the difficulty, despite the pain, you managed to overcome it, and we told ourselves, ‘At last it will be over,’ but the terrible did not end and eventually returned. The humor you have been with has accompanied you even during the difficult hours of suffering, in your peaceful appearance, you have sent us ease, the serpent has built strength and strength to cope with the disease. You planted strength in us, you left no room for concern, you always said, ‘Everything will pass, life is still ahead!’ You were always strong, you always helped, always volunteered, and always contributed. And all that was but very little of your virtue that everyone loved you. Your ring seal everywhere in the house, the house you so loved and nurtured, every corner of the house will awaken your memory. And the garden, the garden that blooms for you, the garden that you have invested all your energy for, it will continue to bloom for you forever! You always smiled and always laughed at us and who would do it now? Now the family and friends are unwilling to believe how you have been deprived of your life and left empty space, because only a few days have passed since you turned 42. They say that God takes the best and now we believe it because you were the best in the world, the best and the most wonderful in man. You will know there up there that we will always love you and always remember you, and know that you have served us as a model and example and we promise to continue on your way. Goodbye Dad, we love you very much, your family. “A farewell song:” Dad. We stand in front of your grave and in our hearts are oppressed / trying to digest, but there is no consolation among us. / Sad and painful We all bow our heads / do not believe and look forward to your arrival. // We were the symbol of goodness and kindness / And suddenly our world is destroyed. On every side, from every corner the smile on your face is constantly winking. Your laughter, which is always in our ears, will reverberate. Your laughter, which is so infectious, will never be forgotten. “You never told us about your troubles and pains, and when you said a word, she was always in a soothing and hopeful voice. / Your kindness will guide us as the pillar of fire / And we will always remember that characters like you very little have. “We will miss you very much today and in the future / and your image will always be engraved in our hearts.” Yaviel’s eldest son, Aviv, wrote: “Father … know that you always love and never never firePower. You may not really be here, but you are here in my mind and imagination and I will always consult with you as I have done in the past, in every subject and subject, in every act I do in my life. … Although I have been with you all my life, I have not been able to say good-bye to you, so I want to tell you that you were and will always be part of us. “Three years have passed – three long years, hard and painful, three years of clearing rubble and rebuilding. … Exactly three years ago was the first time we had to get by without you. Without someone who would take care of everything and solve every problem, without the same support, the same smile and that funny comment whenever possible. In short, from that moment we began to feel your absence. Since then, we’ve been through a long period – not easy. And with the help of the ability not to give up – something we learned from you, and with the help of each of our relatives, neighbors and good friends, construction began. Construction was accompanied by many difficulties, quarrels, crying and pain, but it was finally adopted stable, strong and cohesive family. A family that can finally go back and look ahead, a family with hope. In a week or so we’d be in the country you wanted so much to go, and though everything was already planned and organized, your illness stopped the clock and showed there was no more time. There is no time for another trip, there is no time for another joke, no time for another smile, no more time to breathe … To the same Italy you dreamed of three years ago we will leave your family as we mentioned you. In addition to the souvenirs we bring for us, we will bring one for you, and for every site or place we will look twice – once for us and once for you. “On the seventh anniversary of his downfall, Dalia, the widow, wrote: Seven years passed. Seven years of longing and memory. Seven years of loss and loss. For all these years together the family has been flattered by love and warmth. You have revealed to us every other day of your life a slice of your charming personality, your kindness, your varied talents, and the desire to contribute and give without consideration, without fear of difficulty or hindrance. Laugh at your jokes and sharpen your tongue. All these are less than half the comfort. You have the untiring ability to provide an attentive ear and an understanding and supportive look in your eyes, and an encouraging smile that we will cherish forever. “Another letter,” Dear Eli, We came to worship you today, on the eighth anniversary of your departure from us. Instead of celebrating you at a surprise party with gifts and surprises, we celebrate your 50th birthday today, unfortunately without you. You were a wise man, a wise man, with the wisdom of life and pleasant conversation, you could consult with you on any subject and get an answer and answer the deliberations. I am proud that I had the privilege of being your wife, and of the three lovely children we raised together. … We have passed with you moments of happiness and joy, and perhaps this is the time to say thank you. Hope you are now in his place and protected and will know how to route our way, as you did in the past. We are down here, we will be strong, we will continue as if it was routine, but the heart hurts and the longing for you suffocates the throat. Wishing you a happy birthday, up there with the angels who must be celebrating you and pampering you. “On the tenth anniversary of Yehiel’s death, his daughter, Nitzan, writes to him:” They said that it is difficult to have bread, but to grow up in a home without a father is more difficult. It’s hard without my single sitting on your knees. It’s hard without the smile with the gap in the teeth and the rolling laugh. It’s hard without the whistling of your birds, which pleases my heart but life goes on … And here I am in Miami, far away from everyone and trying to cope with every passing day, but I certainly enjoy with my friends, with great work and alone with myself. I know you forgive me for not being there nowNext to you. It does not matter where I am, you will always be in my heart. Love, miss and do not forget, Nitzan. “