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Yissachar, Michael (Mickey)

Yissachar, Michael (Mickey)


Janet’s third son and alive. He was born on Saturday night, on the 13th of Cheshvan 5737 (November 13, 1976) in Jerusalem. Brother to Sharon, Shimrit and Elad. Michael was born in Hadassah Ein Karem hospital in Jerusalem, son after two daughters, and Mickey has been known since he was born. He grew up in Moshav Even Sapir and was a shy and quiet boy who could engage himself in building and assembly games such as Lego, motor games, cars and levers. Mickey was a lively and mischievous boy, he had a broad smile with a dimple in his chin that could not be ignored. He knew how to give, and like his grandfather, his mother’s father, he loved animals very much. At home he always raised dogs and took on all the therapeutic responsibilities. There was no limit to his love for animals, the landscapes of the Land of Israel, trips and nature. He studied and was educated at the “Judean Hills” elementary school in Kiryat Anavim until the eighth grade. From there he moved to the “Ein Kerem” regional high school in Jerusalem. He understood the meaning of studies for his life only after he was drafted. He had many friends, simply because Mickey liked them all. He was a mature and responsible man, yet a young man with a huge, sensitive soul. At the age of fifteen his parents bought him a horse and he raised her in the stable in the yard, nurtured her and treated her with great devotion as if she were his child. Among other things, Mickey experienced a process of breeding and mullet and was thrilled by the creation of a new life. He liked to ride his horse insanely, racing like a storm. He even took part in a horse riding competition and won first place. At various events, Mickey met with horse riders who were older than him in a decade, but the age gap was not felt at all, and chemistry and deep friendship were formed between them. Sometimes it seemed that Mickey preferred to connect with older people. Mickey loved Adam and his circle of friends grew as his classmates joined horseback riding friends and friends on jeep tours. From the age of seventeen, when he issued a permit, he traveled on all the paths of the country while driving a jeep. Mickey loved Nature very much, knew every path and every plant in his area because he navigated and traveled on horseback or driving a jeep. “It’s a shame to burn your time,” he used to say. He could enjoy every moment. On trips he liked to make a break, cook coffee in Finjan and pour it into his fellow riders. Micky’s house was the meeting place of the group, which regularly gathered for pampering meals prepared by his mother. In his spare time he also played soccer. Mickey was honest and decent. He had gold hands, he was very industrious, full of activity and activity; he knew how to create and run wooden tools; Loved to work in the garden of the house and helped with all the housework; Helped the parents in the chicken coop and used to get up early to work in the stable. Mickey was an energy bomb, he had to be on the move all the time. As an adult, he grew to a height of six feet and was physically very strong. Mickey was a solid, strong man on the outside and very frail on the inside. In the family there was a warm, good and fraternal relationship between the brothers. Mickey was a family man who loved children and spent hours playing with his younger cousins ​​and paying attention to them. Before the induction, he had trained himself for the paratroopers in exhausting runs around the moshav – twenty miles each – in order to get fit. As in every area of ​​his life, in this context, too, Mickey was ambitious, and he could set goals for himself and realize them. His mother wrote after his death: “It was a great privilege for me to be your mummy, to raise you, to talk to you and to embrace you, your love for the army was expressed at an early age when you were a child. Shlomo, you played for hours as if you were the chief of staff who was building the army. Interestingly, you built a whole brigade without an enemy on the other hand. In all your games with soldiersThere was no enemy. You did not play wars, you were not victorious or defeated soldiers. “Mickey joined the army on February 9, 1995, and went on to serve as an IDF general, but chose to volunteer for the paratroopers and served as a combat soldier in the 101st Battalion. His course in the paratroopers included service in Lebanon. “When you enlisted, it was clear to us that you wanted to be a combat soldier in a moral unit,” said his mother Janet. “When you appeared in paratrooper uniforms, you were so proud and Simcha, smiling and saying everything.” I did not know that from that point he smiled and our lives changed. I thought that my son had come to independence and now it was my turn to pick up my successes, now it was my turn to help raise his children, and I thought of transferring those plastic soldiers to your children and telling them that they were in command. I wanted to see more routes in your life. ” But during his military service, Mickey fell ill and was transferred to the air force. “You were my paratrooper,” his father eulogized him on his thirtieth day, “you wanted to be like Dad, you wanted to please my father, you volunteered for the paratroopers like me.” I looked at you in the eyes, slapped you on the back, smiled a big smile. I remember that at the end of a parachuting course we exchanged experiences, you told me that in one of the parachutes your leg got tangled with the strings, Mickey, I did not tell you, but my Lev pinched, I know what that means, I bit my lips just to keep from saying I had a dream and he had to drop with you, jump from that plane, and I thought that we had planned that a platoon commander would fulfill this dream. With a shy smile you whispered to me: ‘Dad, you are old’ … My dream was shelved, it will never come true. If only he would be shelved because of my age and not from the circumstances that happened to us. “Michael (Micky) Issachar fell during his service on August 13, 1997, at the age of twenty-one was in his fall. He was laid to rest in the cemetery at Har Hamenuhot in Jerusalem. He was followed by parents, two sisters and a brother. His sister Sharon eulogized him: “Fate struck us, I did not pray for such a separation, I felt that life was stronger than we were taken to another place, from where you will never return. I lost beauty and grace, everything was taken away from me, you were like a bird with its beauty, you had rare colors and sounds, what you would have for me would not stop, it would not stop. I love you, there are so many tears streaming down my throat and choking me.You chose a difficult and forbidden way, you gave up life, the life you loved so much, I tried to respect your last choice, an inescapable choice, and at your funeral I stood before everyone, publicly, and vowed to commemorate you, and I vowed that I would commemorate you one day when my firstborn was born, and he would bear your name. And if Michaela is born, she will be called, and she will help us not turn to the words of Chulin without mentioning you, and at the end of the thirty days of mourning I will hug you, I will tattoo with my body the same painting that you carried on your shoulder. His sister Shimrit said goodbye to her brother and said to him: “Now I understand why the road has come to you, and you may have known that time is short, in the little time allotted to you, you wanted to conquer the world, enjoy the beauty of nature. You looked like a knight, you knew how to gallop, the horses were loveHe smiled. You loved traveling and you were a very serious blaine, considering the time allotted to you. And how can you not mention the loud music you loved. So deafening ears, and today I deafening ears, just to hear your music again. You had a wonderful relationship with friends, they loved you and you loved them. Love people, give yourself to everyone around you. What a pity my sons did not know you, what a shame they do not have your touch and your influence. Sometimes I imagine you, my burly brother, waving my children up high, and thinking how much they would enjoy riding with you if only for a little ride. I wanted to tell you, my eternal young brother, that I love you so much, that I miss you so much. “Elad’s younger brother was 16 at the time of his death, and his death caused Elad great pain and affected him greatly. When the booklet was published in memory of Mickey, Elad dedicated Amir Benayoun’s poem “Standing at the Gate” … “Come on, we’re waiting for you too many years / We got mad We have no more faces / We’re getting consumed all the time, You will come, there are no tools left for us to break them / We do not know who is clear here / The drunken person who always falls into the pit, You will probably come. We will wait for you … “His mother spoke about Mickey’s military service and his distress and his illness, and that he will be able to live in the forest and hear that this Lev will not die / imagination will sign a peace agreement with reality. , As a result of which he lost his life: “There are moments when I pray that it was only a bad dream, and when I open my eyes I say: ‘Lucky it was only a dream.’ … Mickey began his military career in the Paratroopers. Mickey blossomed during this period. This was a Yaffa period in his life until he fell ill … This disease can cure everyone, this is the disease of the millennium. People who suffer from depression sometimes function as usual, including outstanding soldiers and officers. They feel constant fatigue, they have difficulty enjoying themselves, they lose their personal safety and are accompanied by a sense of failure. You’re Mickey, too, you excelled, but you were Leah, you lost interest in everyday pleasures. You were in a framework where the employees were young like you … They do not understand that the person standing before them is not pretending but suffering. Here we must not say ‘Oops wrong.’ The army must understand that there are people who can attack, and there are those who can not. Those who are unable can develop this inability even during their military service. They can enlist with very high motivation and a desire to contribute, but they will not succeed in coming forward … The army needs to diagnose more professionally, not only the noisy, the rioters, but also the quiet ones. You have to do the maximum to make it happen. The Defense Ministry recognized us as a bereaved family. It was important to me that Mickey be recognized as a spaceman. Perhaps Mickey’s case can be learned more, and the lives of other soldiers will be saved. You have to understand that depression is not a mood, it’s a disease. “One year after his death, his father said:” There is nothing that can not be solved. In the most difficult and fateful moments, in moments of truth, you did not see fit to talk and share your intentions. You made a difficult, and the most forbidden, decision on earth. You acted alone as a lone wolf. “In the midst of a Yaffa mountainous landscape, a modest stone stands under a pine tree with a cone on it His name with the sentence: “You flew up the mountains and raised the chicken with the wind, far from us, but not from our hearts. Free and Simcha chicken beyond birthdays and over time and we will meet from time to time, to remember you dear friend, full of love. “FamilyShe published a booklet in his memory. Chumashim and arrangements were also printed in his memory

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