One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed little Alex standing in the foyer of the church staring up at a large plaque.
It was covered with names with small American flags mounted on either side of it.
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, what is this?' he asked the pastor.
The pastor said, 'Well, son, it's a memorial plaque to all the young men and women who died in the Service.'
Soberly, they just stood together, staring at the large plaque.
Finally, little Alex's voice, barely audible and trembling with fear, asked...
...'Which service, the 8:30 or the 10:45? '
It was covered with names with small American flags mounted on either side of it.
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, what is this?' he asked the pastor.
The pastor said, 'Well, son, it's a memorial plaque to all the young men and women who died in the Service.'
Soberly, they just stood together, staring at the large plaque.
Finally, little Alex's voice, barely audible and trembling with fear, asked...
...'Which service, the 8:30 or the 10:45? '
