Ben Farah and Yehuda. He was born on the 16th of Kislev 5707 (16.11.1955) in Kibbutz Givat Brenner, where he lived in Kiryat Ekron, where he died a year later, and Yaakov Akar To the Tel Aviv neighborhood of Hatikva, where he grew up, was educated and matured, and he began his education at the “Jordan” elementary school and completed his studies at the Ironi T. high school for four years, Trained in karate and advanced in the field. Yaakov was drafted into the Israel Defense Forces on 10 March 1974. After basic training, he was sent to serve in an armament unit at the “Beit Nabala” base but aspired to move to another base. Who was responsible for carrying out experiments during the development of weapons and other means on the ground forces, and began his career in the army in March 1976. During the years he was promoted to the rank of commander of a vehicle spare parts warehouse and tanks, In 1980, Yaakov married his partner, Viola, and they were married for twenty years, but they did not have children. Nevertheless, Jacob was a happy person, full of humor, saw the beautiful side of life and joked, and everyone who knew Jacob appreciated his kindness and his constant desire to help others, for example, many remember how he exploited his skills and the technical knowledge he acquired In the early 1990s, Yaakov returned to Judaism and devoted much of his time to Torah and good deeds, volunteering in religious institutions and establishing a synagogue at the base of the synagogue. (18.1.2000), and he is forty-four years old. He was laid to rest in the Kiryat Shaul military cemetery. Survived by Raya, the mother of two brothers and two sisters. After his fall he was promoted to the rank of senior sergeant. In his condolence letter to the bereaved family, Col. Avi Hirchenson, commander of the unit, said: “Yaakov served in my unit as a commander of a warehouse for vehicle spare parts and tanks for twenty-two years, and he was very self-disciplined and diligent. In addition to his diligence and his belief in the justice of his path, Yaakov was a man of special humor, who loved to help his friends, against a species that can not be found every day. The family members wrote in his memory: “Our dear Jacob, a whole book can not contain all that we have to write about what you are doing … They say that only the good roses are picked up and gone up to the heights – how true is it You are, Jacob, the noble man, the good and the entertainer You and your beloved wife Viola have not left her for a single moment, and of course you remain close to her until your last day, and the brothers, the brothers, the brothers-in-law and their children have always been around you and heard stories about the army and religion. Which is special to enthrall us and bring us together in a way that has always made us feel more, your sense of humor and modesty accompanied you And in the army, of course, you were the main nail, and your exploits where we could already recite between joke and joke, even in such a serious framework, the sense of humor led you, and the acceptance tests for the new soldiers could be broadcast (How can you tell the story of a new soldier who came and was told to count the broom hair before an important parade, and then the ‘serious crisis’ because of the loss of three hairs from a broom).And with a smile that only brought everyone closer to you. In your death, we became even more aware of how good a friend you were, who helped everyone from small to great. One story we heard from a friend when we sat on you Shiva – the friend said that he went with his wife and children to Arad for the weekend. On Saturday night, when he wanted to go home, he tried to start the car and did not succeed. He called you because he knew you had knowledge of car repairs and that you had books that you used to fix cars. After a few tips the car still did not move, so you asked for his address on the pretext that you send a friend to help propel the vehicle. Not an hour and a half passed and you see Jacob before your eyes – that’s Jacob! To this day, ten years after your death, we still sit and tell all your masterpieces and jokes. Not a day goes by without us mentioning you! All the grandchildren were waiting every year to receive your Happy New Year cards, which are still jealously guarded. We’ll remember forever! Viola, the brothers and the whole family. “
