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 8:30 or the 11:00?”