Oksman, Michael (Misha)

Ben Olga and Yevgeny. Born on the 17th of Kislev 5741 (17.11.1980) in the town of Dzerzhinsk in the heart of Russia, brother to Svetlana From the very early age, Misha was a brave and quick boy who loved war games and weapons. Misha liked to design soldiers from Palestine and play with them in wars, and from the age of his childhood he aspired to be strong, and from the age of twelve he studied martial arts, participated in extreme sports, survival and sniping. Information about his way of life and showed great interest in his ability to survive in a cruel and wild world, using primitive weapons and the power of his muscles Misha wanted to swim and visit the sauna, even when the snow fell around him, and when he was twelve, Misha began studying at a Hebrew school where he met The history and culture of the Jewish people and the Land of Israel, and in the summer he participated in the Jewish Agency summer camp, and in his spare time he spent time with his family in the countryside, and his love for nature led him to take an interest in medicinal herbs, identify them and make use of them. There were always cats in his house. Even on Kibbutz Sasa, where he studied, Misha found him a small kitten and adopted him so that the dogs would not devour him. He called him “Afanasi,” and though he was a cat, Misha loved him very much. Like most boys, he liked to run wild, but he always knew how to set limits to his actions. Misha had a developed sense of justice, and he never hurt the weak. In 1996, he successfully passed the tests for the Na’aleh 16 program, and at the age of fifteen he immigrated to Israel on his own, and at first he attended the Bnei Akiva yeshiva high school in Kfar Haroeh. He liked the school. In his letters home he wrote about his love for history, and for seeing the Torah as a book of historic value and as an inseparable part of the culture of the Jewish people and humanity as a whole. “I do not know if I will live here, I do not know what I will do, but I have one thing that my heart has signed for me,” he said in one of his poems at the yeshiva. / The path is cut off, so steep and sharp / One day my life is winding up. / Time passes quickly, there is no time, / grains of sand between my fingers. / Suddenly gripping the wave of memories of my past / I will think that this life / I will have land and a homeland. Hausch She is capable / and for nothing will live my life. ” He quickly realized that the religious way of life was not right for him, and he decided to move to the Anna Frank School on Kibbutz Sasa after a year. This place left a very positive impression on him. Misha used to sit cross-legged on the windowsill and watch the lights of the small settlements on the horizon, which reminded him of crowns of diamonds. In a short time, he joined other youths from the Naaleh program and with young people from the kibbutz and from the surrounding communities Misha learned to play guitar, played soccer, read suspense books in Hebrew and was especially fond of Freud, Nietzsche, Lorenzo and Grisian. Was interested in computer technology and weapons, for example, wanted to develop an electronic rifle that would not miss a target and was involved in composing electronic music on the computer, Misha’s father says, who always took care of every task to the last detail.In difficult situations, he was taught to persevere and not to despair even when he was hard. He always found a common language with everyone. Once, when his father brought home an old broken printer. Misha did not give up, dismantled it until he found the fault and corrected it. His patience and determination to finish everything to the end without being discouraged amazed everyone all over again. After graduating from high school, Misha worked for several months in the chemical plant of Kibbutz Sasa, as a suffering. He used to load ten tons of cargo every day. At first he had difficulty, but with time he became accustomed to the hard work and saw it as another obstacle, which must be overcome on the way to the next stage in life. Misha said that his commander had never checked his personal weapon, “Negev,” because he knew he was always in excellent condition. “Over the course of his military service, Misha grew older and became weaker “Misha enlisted at the beginning of the intifada and spent the first two years of his service in difficult places: in Gaza, Nablus and Jenin, where he served several times and participated in many operations, and Misha never told his family where he was stationed And what activity he is doing, so as not to be overly overrated. “He did not like to share the difficulties with us very seldom He said something. Misha never complained when he was asked what the situation would be: “The situation is not right, but everything is fine with me.” Misha loved the army very much, calling it “the house My first home, “while he rented a rented apartment with his friend Roma, who was also a soldier in the Engineering Corps, and called me” my second home. “Misha loved his friends, with whom he shared his military life, and called them” brothers. ” His great strength, his vision, and his sense of justice, thanks to his grasping from an early age, his preoccupation with sports and his high physical fitness, he was well aware of the physical difficulty of the army and never experienced problems in training, On the contrary, Misha always came to the aid of his friends, either by carrying them on their shoulders or by carrying their belongings, and in one case the soldiers had to sleep on a cold and rainy winter night in the vehicles, but because there was not enough room for everyone, Misha and his commander volunteered to spend their sleep on a roof On February 8, 2002, Misha fell during an operation near Ramallah after terrorists attacked the checkpoint, That man. Sergeant Moshe Eini, Staff Sergeant Tamir Atzami, Staff Sergeant Mark Podolsky, Staff Sergeant Benny Kikis and Staff Sergeant Erez Turgeman. Misha was buried in the military cemetery in Haifa and he is twenty-two years old. Survived by his parents and sister. His father says, “Not only because of his physical strength, he was admired by his army colleagues, but also because of his sense of justice and his desire to contribute to the team.” In difficult and fateful situations, as well as on that tragic day, Misha was always in the lead. Yaniv, who was with him during those terrible minutes and was saved despite his serious injury, said that when he understood what happened, he turned to Misha automatically and shouted at him to shoot: They say that nature does not like big and unusual things and I know that my son was a great man. The people around him were attracted to him, and when he was in Russia, he asked on his own initiative to issue a passport for him in the section The nation was “Jewish,” but when he arrived in Israel, it became clear to him that according to halakha he was Russian, but he did not think it mattered,Etc. Inside felt pain. From time to time he would say, ‘Maybe according to Halakha I’m Russian, but I must be Israeli.’ After Misha fell, we received a letter from a famous oceanographer in the United States, and among other paragraphs he wrote: ‘Your son is more Jewish than me despite my Jewish mother.’ In his soul, Misha was a true, strong, righteous, patriotic Israeli fighter who saw Israel as his only home. “Misha’s friends in the department write:” Michael (a Moroccan from Lebanon), you always helped us when needed. You strengthened us in difficult times, and we saw in you the future of the department. You kept the Negev as a real fighter. We had the honor of serving alongside you. “Shachar writes:” In March 2001, you reached us in the company. Even then we realized how strong you were. You received the Negev immediately. How I worked with you on the Negev and trained you on it. You could count on anything from the smallest to the greatest. The beatings can not be forgotten, blue, purple and all colors of the rainbow were on the soldiers of the platoon and other platoons. In honor you were a king, you gave respect to the old ones and they gave you back. You were a loyal friend, a cannon soldier. “His friend Roi writes:” I knew you for almost two years. We were in the same department in a cycle and in the same rifle. I remember how you dragged me in every school uniform, skipping forward lightly and dragging me on my shoulder, and I remember how we agreed that one day when I wrote a book I would illustrate it for you. “I remember how we built Nabi Musa Makhoul, I remember how you took Chico to the floor in the North Hotel, that long, tedious night from the first rumors to the terrible news … I remember.” The company clerk, Sagit, writes: “In basic training we called you ‘Moroccan white’, but you preferred to call you a” black Russian “like the drink, no doubt the most powerful man in the company who is preparing the best miracle for the best cigarette, You have dealt with everything as if you were born into it – a strong man and a hero who loves the company, your second home, pure love. ” A song he wrote for his memory Grisha: “It’s raining here, rain of tears / A world crying because it lost you / Yesterday you swear to us with honor / Today I write for you / You were a dear son of the parents / Everything – it’s just you / Maybe it would be better for all of us / If there was no reason for this song / You will know: In the heart you are always with us / You closed our chests. “