Malul, Uri

Uri, son of Hela and Machluf, was born on August 21, 1934, In the Old City of Jerusalem. In his youth, he studied in the “Sephardic Talmud” room in the Old City and during his adult years studied at the ORT vocational school in Jerusalem. Uri’s childhood was spent in the narrow alleys of the Old City, inside the walls, where he played and grew up. At the outbreak of the War of Independence, he could not accept the fact that the same people who had been his closest friends had suddenly become his enemies. Uri was bar-mitzvah when the siege began on the Jewish Quarter and together with his father and brother joined the fighting forces in the besieged city. As a young boy, he served as a runner and a liaison between positions and was often exposed to enemy fire, but he was not hurt. After that, his father and brother fell captive to the Jordanian Legion, but even when he was forced to fight the Arabs of the Old City, he could not bring himself to hate the enemy. He did his duty to his people and his country, without cultivating hatred against the opponent to the conflict. He was always able to understand the other side’s approach, accepting the struggle between himself and them as a tragic misunderstanding. He knew from his experience that it was possible to live well in coexistence and peace. After the fall of the Old City, his family moved outside the walls, but Uri remained attached to the winding alleys of the Jewish Quarter, and always dreamed of the day when the walls would fall and he could visit his place of birth again. He began to study at the vocational school and proved to be a talent for manual labor. Already during his school years, he used to go out and work in various workshops during school vacations. Professionals always praised his work and could not believe he was still a student. Uri also had a great deal of personal charm and was able to quickly become fond of anyone he met. He was able to instill in others a feeling of cordiality and pleasantness. People loved to be with him and his house was full of many friends. Uri loved people and was always ready to help them. He never refused to accept a request for help and was willing to abandon any activity for a friend who was in trouble. Only his family stood above him in every person or occupation. There was a special connection between Uri and his family, connections established in respect, appreciation, and mutual love. The commandment to honor a father and mother was not a duty, but a right and a pleasure. Because he was between his three sisters and two brothers, he enjoyed all worlds. The adults chatted to him and the young men listened to him and received his advice and guidance lovingly. His second love was the love of the Land of Israel and its landscapes. He traveled a lot around the country and there were not many corners he did not visit.
Uri was drafted into the IDF at the end of February 1952 and was assigned to the Armored Corps, where he completed his course in the Armored Corps course and the tank artillery course, and completed his course successfully in one of the corps’ field units. He worked in the Friedman factory and finally managed to open an independent shop in the Mamilla neighborhood, where he married his girlfriend Hanna and eventually had three children, and was involved in the struggle for the rebirth of Israel. , When the soldier was still in its infancy, until the last war Uri, who fought in the War of Attrition during the Six-Day War and was always outstanding as an excellent soldier and an excellent fighter, did not manage to take part in the Yom Kippur War, And went with her to the southern front, and on his way to the front, the tank that drove him was overturned, and Uri was killed, brought to eternal rest in the cemetery on Mount Herzl, leaving behind a wife and three children,And five brothers and sisters. After his fall, he was promoted to sergeant.