Yehezkel, Shmuel (“Molly”)

Son of Yaakov and Chana. He was born on May 16, 1958 in Tel Aviv. He spent three years studying at the Remez elementary school in Kiryat Shalom, and then moved to the Brandes elementary school in Herzliya. Here he graduated from elementary school. He then studied for another year at the ORT vocational high school in Herzliya. He was a friendly and friendly boy who loved and lived in social life. Wherever he went, he liked everyone quickly, because he was a pleasant, decent, modest man. He was a good son to his parents and a devoted brother to his brothers and sisters. When he was about to enlist in the IDF, he asked to undergo a pre-military training course, and he undertook to serve as a driver, and was drafted into the IDF at the end of January 1976. After basic training, he was sent to a unit in the General Air Force. He was dedicated, responsible and disciplined, and all his commanders were satisfied with him. In his unit, his name came out before him as a driver and an impeccable soldier. Shmulik died on 8 May 1978. In a letter of condolence to the bereaved family, his commander wrote: “We spent ten months together in the army cemetery in Kiryat Shaul, , A Yaffa period of time that will be remembered for a long time. Already at our first meeting, I understood that a young man with the qualities and education of an Israeli Zionist family, proud and loving, would work with me. We spent the first days touring the Arava. Shmulik took an interest in everything from the development of the area, the quality of the land, the water, the minerals, to the future of Eilat. He loved the desert landscapes that dominate this part of our country and tried every opportunity to integrate in the journey towards the Arava and Eilat. Shmulik was an excellent driver, cautious, responsible and safe. Keeping his property was his main concern. More than once, he urged me not to drive in a car without proper treatment in the garage, and in effect prevented me from traveling until after treatment. Shmulik was sensitive and concerned. Many times he was interested in my schedule, and when I told him that I was not going to leave the office he wanted to go to Tel Aviv. These trips were frequent, and it was not long before I understood the meaning of his travels. Shmulik and his friends adopted a disabled friend – the IDF, who was hit on the spine during the War of Attrition – I spent many days and nights with Shmulik, and I learned to get to know him better than he did when he was away from home. In this tragedy we have lost a son, a brother and a friend, whose memory will be with us forever “