One Sunday morning, the preacher noticed little Tyler standing in the church foyer staring up at a large plaque. It was covered with names and had small flags mounted on either side of it. The preacher walked over, stood beside the boy, and said quietly, “Good morning, Tyler.”
“Good Morning Preacher,” he replied, still gazing at the plaque.
“Preacher, what is this?”
“Well, son, it’s a memorial to all the young women and men who died in the service.” Soberly they stood together, focused on the large plaque, Tyler occasionally looking at him sideways. Finally, Tyler’s voice, barely audible and slightly trembling asked,
“Which service, the 9:30 or the 10:30?”
(Usurped and modified from From House To House /Heart To Heart, original author unknown)