Sadan, Motle

Motale, son of Zehava and Zelig, was born on April 17, 1946, in Kibbutz Beit Zera in the Jordan Valley. His childhood and youth were spent in the kibbutz and in the valley he loved. After completing his high school studies at the educational institution in the kibbutz, Motale was drafted into the IDF in the middle of August 1964. After completing his basic training he completed various courses, including infantry and parachuting courses, and Motale served in the paratroopers from the pride of belonging to the unit, At the end of 1966, he returned to the kibbutz, where he worked in the banana industry and devoted himself to the volleyball game. Six months later he was called to the Six Day War, where he fought in the battles of Darbashia and Gelbina In 1969, he became a professional and was a semi-trailer driver. But he found time to fulfill his great love – volleyball He was a regular player in the “Hapoel” Bet-Zera group, which later climbed the league ladder and reached the top of the Israeli volleyball team when Motale was one of its players, and after a few years of merry bachelorhood he married Galia and began to raise his family. 1970 he had his first son Adi and a year and a half later His second son, Ophir, was born and was named after the place where King Solomon brought treasures and artifacts to the building of the Temple, Motale impressed everyone by his powerful, appearance. When you were around him you would get carried away by the joy of life and the love of the universe. The workman who loved life with all his might and all his size, he loved every living creature, he loved his family so much, proud of the warm nest he built, the country on its coveted corners, the volleyball, the endless arguments on subjects close to the heart. Motale liked to “enjoy life,” to rejoice and even go wild, the and sometimes even to annoy. He wanted to cry out his existence for better or for worse. But there was always a smile and a pat on the shoulder, a good heart willing to help and an open house for his friends. Anyone who tried to get close to Motale and succeeded in doing so discovered the hidden layer, which hints at a secret in his personality. A man full of tenderness, sensitive to the beauty of nature, to people, love poetry and books. Above all, he has a strong desire for understanding and friendship, which is beyond judgment and criticism. In this context he would say … “Live and let others live …”. And so her friend writes: … “You had corners that you did not show for some reason, and only those who passed through the barrier of strength and size and rubbed hard at your angles managed to meet with them.” When the Yom Kippur War broke out Motale was drafted and went with his unit to the Golan Heights. After breaking through the purple line, on the night between Oct. 11 and October 1973, while securing a tank depot at the “Yair” junction on the American axis in the enclave, a bazooka bomb was fired at the armored personnel carrier. All the soldiers got out of the car except for the machine-gunners and Motale among them … Then a second bomb was fired that hit him directly. Motla was brought to eternal rest in the military cemetery at Kibbutz Beit Zera in the Jordan Valley.