One Sunday morning, the priest noticed Little Johnny 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 priest
walked up, stood beside the boy, and said quietly, "Good
morning, Little Johnny."
"Good morning, Father," replied the young man, still focused
on the plaque. "Father Scott, what is this?" Little Johnny
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 Johnny's voice
was barely audible when he asked, "Which service, the 9:45
or the 11:15?"
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