Biography
Weizman was born in Tel Aviv as Ezer Weizmann on 15 June 1924. His father, Yechiel, was an agronomist. He grew up in Haifa, and attended the Hebrew Reali School.
He married Reuma Schwartz, sister of Ruth Dayan, wife of Moshe Dayan, and they had two children, Shaul and Michal. Weizman was a nephew of Israel's first president, Chaim Weizmann. He died of respiratory failure at his home in Caesarea on 24 April 2005, at the age of 80. He is not buried on Mt. Herzl, where Israeli presidents and prime ministers are usually interred, but alongside his son and daughter-in-law in Or Akiva.
| Ezer Weizman | |
|---|---|
| Born | 15 June 1924 Tel Aviv, Land of Israel |
| Died | 24 April 2005 |
| Allegiance | United Kingdom Israel |
| Service/branch | British Army Royal Air Force Israeli Air Force |
| Years of service | 1942 – 1944 (UK) 1944 – 1969 (Israel) |
| Rank | Aluf |
| Commands held | Chief of Operations on the General Staff, Commander of Ramat David, Commander of the Israeli Air Force, Deputy Chief of the General Staff |
| Battles/wars | World War II Israeli War of Independence Suez Crisis Six Day War War of Attrition |
| Other work | President of the State of Israel |
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