One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed

little Alex was 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 boy, and said quietly,

“Good morning Alex.”  “Good morning pastor”

replied the young man, still focused on the

plaque.

“Pastor McGhee, 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 9:00 or the 11:00?”