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," the paster replied, "Its a memorial to all the young men and women who died in the service."
Soberly, they stood together, staring at the large plaque.
Little Alexs voice was barely audible when he asked, "Which service, the 9:00 or the 11:00?"