Biography
Ami Ayalon was born in Tiberias and grew up in kibbutz Ma'agan. His parents moved to British Mandate Palestine in the 1930s. His mother came as a young girl to study in Jerusalem; his father, Yitzhak, emigrated illegally from Romania, and was one of the founders of Ma'agan, where he worked until retirement as a carpenter. Ayalon graduated from Bar-Ilan University with a Bachelor of Arts in 1980. In 1992 he received a Master of Public Administration from Harvard University's John F. Kennedy School of Government. In 2010 he received a Master of Studies in Law from Bar-Ilan University. He is married and the father of three.
| Ami Ayalon | |
|---|---|
| Born | (1945-06-27) 27 June 1945 (age 67) Tiberias, Land of Israel |
| Allegiance | Israel Defence Forces |
| Years of service | 1963–1996 |
| Rank | Aluf |
| Commands held | Shayetet 13, Israeli Navy |
| Battles/wars | Six Day War War of Attrition Yom Kippur War 1982 Lebanon War South Lebanon conflict First Intifada |
| Awards | Medal of Valor |
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