Mordechai (Motty) son of Sara and Kalman born in Tel Aviv on June 27, 1944, when he was six years old, he immigrated to Israel with his family and settled in Kibbutz Eilon. and that is were Motty spent his childhood. He did his studies like all the kibbutz children – first in the kibbutz elementary school and afterward in the regional educational institution. His friends from the Rimon group told him: “Motty was withdrawn, he looked simple and without problems, and what happened inside his face was hard to guess, he had talents in the real professions, but when we had to write a treatise in humanistic, “He was very good,” he said, with a sense of perfection, an aspiration for perfection, and an ability to complete an incomprehensible perfection, but he did not feel the resoluteness of the subject. He also had an unusual inner enthusiasm, and he showed no enthusiasm or superiority, although in many areas there was a mountain Above the others, those who knew him well knew about his inner warmth, and only his smile sometimes betrayed the sensitive soul. ”
“. “Mordechai was drafted into the IDF in early November 1963 and assigned to the Artillery Corps. After completing basic training, he took a course for commanders of infantry classes, officers ‘course, artillery officers’ course, intelligence officers course, platoon training course, field battery commanders and air inspectors course. his comanders sayd about him : “volunteer for every position, is capable of carrying out any task that will be imposed upon it, an entrepreneur, energetic, self-confident and well versed in the material. ” His comrades from the unit said: “On the outside, you would see only indifference, as if he were contemptuous, but when something had to be done … In the exercises he had to walk, he carried the belt and the weapon alone, His approach to things – to do them on his own – he was very humble and kindhearted, he had no rivals, and in fact, Moti can only be told about favors, he loved the guy, it was nice to live with him and we were all his friends. He lived with them – a paternal figure, with a head on her shoulder, and what was amazing about him was the transition from one role to the next. On Yom Kippur, he served as a battery commander on the Golan Heights front, on October 13, 1973, His friends said: “After the first volley fell and Moti was wounded by ricochet in the head, he said to us: ‘Go, I’ll stay here and take care of everyone.’ He walked to the casualty station. He could have left. He did not, because he knew there were plenty of guys left. He went over to every casualty who shouted and encouraged him. Then he came to the station himself. he sayd to the medic and the doctor: ‘Leave me alone. I’m fine. Treat others. ‘ He was brought to rest in the cemetery of Kibbutz Eilon, leaving behind a wife, son, father, mother, sister and brother, he was promoted to the rank of major In a letter of condolence to the bereaved family, his commanding officer wrote: “Moti was loved by his commanders and subordinates, and his kindness and honesty placed him in the first row of the battalion commanders. Moshe Dayan wrote: “His commanders defined him as a good officer, a volunteer for every position, efficient, dedicated, responsible, independent and entrepreneurial. The family published a booklet in his memory containing friends’ comments on his character and a collection of his letters.
