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.
HE ASKED, "WHAT IS THAT?" THE PASTOR REPLIED, "WELL, SON, IT IS 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 8:30 OR 11:00?"
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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.
HE ASKED, "WHAT IS THAT?" THE PASTOR REPLIED, "WELL, SON, IT IS 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 8:30 OR 11:00?"
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