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 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
Good morning, Pastor," replied the young man, still
the plaque. Pastor, what is this?"
Well, son, it's a memorial to all the young men and
died in the service."
Soberly, they stood together, staring at the large
voice was barely audible, trembling with fear, when
Which service? The 9:00 or the 10:45?"