Yavetz, Yakov

Yaakov (Buki), Mazal (Matilda) and Yehuda, was born on March 14, 1945 in Izmir, Turkey, and immigrated to Israel with his family in 1950. He studied at the elementary school in Or Yehuda and in the field of Nehemiah, He continued his studies at the Iron High School in Hadera. Jacob was a diligent and diligent student, loved by his teachers and willing to help his fellow students. He was an avid sports fan, loved swimming and was a member of the Hapoel soccer team. He was also an active member of the Working and Studying Youth movement, and always gave his hand to the organization of the movement’s parties and trips. Jacob was friendly and easy to make friends, cheerful, smiling and humorous. He was courteous, courteous and courteous. He could listen to his friends and help them in times of trouble, advice or action. Yaakov was drafted into the IDF in early February 1963 and volunteered for the Armored Corps, where he completed his training course for Armored Corps commanders and the commanders of the Patton tank. Yaakov served as a dedicated, efficient, forceful, ambitious and strong-willed officer, who fulfilled his duties with dedication and precision, knew how to control his men and create a good atmosphere in his company: “He is endowed with human love. He did not try to boast of external signs. He had a captivating modesty and was far from vanity. He immersed himself entirely in his work, as if he did not know fatigue. He demanded more of himself than he demanded of others, and always knew who needed help and assistance. “On his part in operational activity he was awarded the” Operational Service Award “and for his part in the war in 1967 he was awarded the” Six Day War. “On October 6, 1973 ), Yaakov was wounded by a missile fired from the ambush and hit his tank turret in the central section of Sinai near the Chinese Farm. On the 13th of Tishrei 5734 (October 9, 1973) he died of his wounds and was brought to eternal rest in the cemetery in Kiryat Shaul. He left behind a wife and daughter, father, mother and brother. “He was solid and energetic and his eyes were full of wisdom of life, quiet, restrained, serious and confident, simple and unmediated, ready to listen and talk to anyone, he was like a figure and a sergeant’s symbol – professional, Lev, loyal and honest without limits. “