Yakovovitch, Arieh (Arik)

Son of Miriam and Jacob, was born on June 20, 1959 in Nahalal. When Arik was one year old, his family moved to Tivon, where he studied until the end of second grade. When he was eight years old, the family returned to Nahalal, and Arik entered the third grade at the moshav’s public school. He studied in the moshav until the eleventh grade, and since the dawn of his youth, Erik had loved working in the field of agriculture, and he had worked diligently and with extraordinary devotion, and was always willing to lend a helping hand to the needy. He had great willpower, great patience and a sense of responsibility for the job, and so he adapted to every situation and performed every position with distinction, and when he reached the army he was obviously volunteering to serve in the naval commando. During the basic training period, Arik was wounded in the back and forced to leave the unit, and Arik was stationed in the Armored Corps, and here he excelled in the role he was assigned. Driver thought best-tank battalion. They all knew that if Eric drives a tank commander – everything will be fine. Erik had a warm place in his Lev for animals. When he was in Sinai, he brought pigeons to the base and built them a loft. He treated the pigeons with great love but had to give them up because they were a health hazard. Arik did not give up the corner of the base. He built himself a small fish pond to raise ornamental fish. Also planted Erik Cacti at the base and plants of various types. Every day he would drink them and make sure they were absorbed in the harsh desert conditions. Later, when the unit moved to the Jordan Valley, Arik brought seven swans to the base and created a small lake for them. He received special permission to bring land from Nahalal, and planted grass around the lake. Thus Arik created a pleasant corner for all the people on the base. After completing his service in the IDF, Arik was discharged with the rank of sergeant and returned to the moshav, where he was accepted as a “public servant” and devoted himself to the field of agriculture. On the paper face. Back and forth, back and forth diligently, with precision and devotion. And in the evening when he returns home … two good eyes are warned, and a wide smile is poured on his weary face. He was Simcha and we loved him this way, this son of the land, this village boy, this valley boy. “(From the words of the school principal at the open grave) One early summer in 1982, late in the evening, , He was called to join his unit in the Lebanon War, and during the battles, about three kilometers from Lake Karun, the tank he was driving was hit and he fell in battle on June 10, 1982. He was brought to eternal rest in Moshav Nahalal cemetery two days after he turned 23. He left behind his parents and sister. In a letter of consolation written by one of his friends to the parents, it was said: “The joy of work and the unflagging goodness of the Lev were his clear signs.