One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed that 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 little 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 Jamison, 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?”