Son of Bella and Shimon. Born in Tel Aviv on December 16, 1954, brother to Israel. He studied at the Arnon Elementary School and completed his studies at the Ironi D high school in the real world. In mid-February 1973 he was drafted into the IDF and joined the Golani Brigade. He took part in the Yom Kippur War and was later posted to the Golan Heights, in one of the outposts, in command. In the estimation of his commanders, he excelled in knowledge and discipline. In March 1975, my father was sent as a representative of the Golani Brigade to an interview with the then chief of staff, Motta Gur, in which two other representatives from other corps participated. My father had a brother and a friend, knew about their lives at home and their private and familial problems, and tried to help them with advice and deeds, and they, in turn, thanked him in a special way – very rare among those of the same age. “On the occasion of the transfer of command over the outpost from my father to the officer who replaced him, it was written:” First Sergeant (but ‘no sticker yet’) Avi Yakobovitch Trademark of the outpost almost said attraction. Since then, in the camp with the chief of staff a few weeks ago, the outpost has become my father’s outpost, and even before, almost six months ago, my father served as a commander who was stationed in an officer’s position, He managed the ‘guest hotel’ with great skill, bringing the place to the first line, classical, of the level of the outpost and its maintenance, with a rare psychological sense guiding the actions among their workers. ” And the commander of the post who replaced him in the post added in the same article: “… I have been here for two weeks, and I have come to inherit my father, and the men admired him, because my father is a born commander, a commander who gives an order that does not sound like a command. I’m the officer, so there are two, and I do not know who is better. ” After being released from regular service, he worked as a security officer in the Israeli embassies in Iran and the Netherlands. Then you also passed on his last name to Yahav. During this period he began his work as an amateur photographer. He had a natural talent for photography, which was expressed in the choice of subjects, color combinations, and composition. As it is said: “People can pass by a tree or a certain butterfly. One sees it and dedicates it to Lev and the other does not. My father has an eye for such butterflies.” In 1979 he began studying at the Faculty of Architecture at the Technion in Haifa. During his studies he participated in photography exhibitions during the student’s days, and even won prizes. In 1980 he married Ruti Somekh, whom he met during their work in Holland, and two years later their daughter Lior was born. In 1984 Avi completed his studies at the Technion and began working as an architect in one of the largest offices in Tel Aviv. This year his photography exhibition was also held at the Tel Aviv Art Gallery. Avi took photographs of his many tours in Iran, the Netherlands, Western Europe, Canada, Kenya, and South Africa. He photographed landscapes, flowers, animals, people, still life, and his photographic exhibition received positive acclaim from professionals and critics. A few days before leaving for reserve service from which he did not return, my father returned with his wife Ruthie from a trip to the Far East. As usual, out of friendship and partnership, which characterized him and which always overcame everything, my father surprised his comrades in the unit and joined them in the reserve service. On the 29th of Cheshvan 5740 (October 29, 1985), when he returned at noon with his friends from training, my father was killed as a result of the mistaken shooting of soldiers from a reserve unit who had trained nearby. My father was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Kiryat Shaul. He left behind a wife, daughter, parents and brother. In a letter of condolence to the bereaved family, his commander wrote: “My late father wasHe was a devoted soldier and commander. He was diligent, quiet and safe. He was devoted to all, a good friend. He had a thin, intelligent sense of humor and a desire to help, and he spared no effort beyond his task. From the time he arrived at the unit, my father was distinguished by his military and professional skills, his modesty, and his serious approach to the tasks assigned to him. My father participated in Israel’s wars, from the Yom Kippur War, through the war of attrition in the north and in the peace-Galilee war and in operational operations, and was given the signal of the Yom Kippur War, the signal of operational service and the peace-of-Galilee signal. ” His parents and wife published a booklet containing a selection of his photographs, accompanied by the words of his friends
