One Sunday morning, the minister 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 minister walked up,
stood beside the little boy, and said quietly,
"Good morning, Alex."
"Good morning, sir," replied the young man, still
focused on the plaque, "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?"