Hezi Rezilov

Yechezkel felt compelled to defend the South and fell in battle. His mother recounts that he was a beloved and handsome child whose charm was irresistible. The draft notice that arrived at the Razilov family was for elite units, but it was met with absolute refusal. 'To the Border Guard', the son informed the IDF authorities. After two years of devoted service in the mandatory army, Yechezkel underwent surgery that seemed like a verdict: discharge from the army and exemption from reserve duty. 'You did not accept the verdict', recounts Rachel, as if speaking to her son, 'You forcefully requested a combatant's certificate, and were positively answered. On Monday, two days after the war broke out, Yechezkel left his sister's house, under the pretense of needing to go home to shower, but his face was turned south.' His mother still managed to run after him: 'Wait, wait, where are you going? How can you go without a hug and a kiss?' She hugged him with all her might, kissed his neck, 'This hug and kiss, I will never forget. Thank you, God, for giving me this gift, to kiss and hug my son for the last time.'