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 morning, Alex." "Good
morning, Pastor," replied the young man, still focused
on the plaque. "Pastor, 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?"

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