Innocence is Priceless

One Sunday morning, the priest noticed little Alex standing in the foyer of church staring up at a large plaque. It was covered with names and small American Flags mounted on either side of it. The 6-year old had been staring at the plaque for some time, so the priest walked up, stood beside the little boy, and said quietly, “Good morning, Alex.”

“Good morning, Father”, he replied, still focused on the plaque. ¬†“Father, what is this?”

The priest said, “Well son, it’s a memorial to all the young men and women who died in the service.”

Soberly, they just stood together, staring at the large plaque.

Finall, little Alex’s voice, barely audible and tembling with fear asked,

“Which service…the 4PM or the 9:30?”

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