One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed little Alex
was staring up at the large plaque that hung in
the foyer of the church. It was covered with
names and small American flags were
mounted on either side of them.
The seven year old had been staring at the
plaque for some time, so the
Pastor walked up, stood beside
the little boy, and said quietly,
"Good morning, Alex."
"Good morning, Pastor," replied the boy,
still focused on the plaque.
"Pastor, what is this? "Well, son, it's
a memorial to all the young men and
women who died in the service."
Soberly, they stood together, staring
at the large plaque.
Little Alex's voice was barely audible, trembling with fear,
when he asked, "Which service, the 9:45 or the 11:15?"