One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed little Alex staring up at the large plaque

that hung in the foyer of the church. The plaque 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 lad and quietly said, “Good morning, Alex.” “Good morning pastor, ” replied the little fellow, still focused on the

plaque. “Pastor Shaw, what is this?” Alex asked. “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 when he asked, “Which service—the 8:30 or the 10:45?”

– Author Unknown