yakky doodle
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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 boy, and said quietly, "Good morning, Alex."
"Good morning," replied the young man, still
focused on the plaque. "What is this?" Alex 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 Alex's voice was trembling and barely
audible when he asked, "Which service, the 8:30 or
the 10:00?"
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 boy, and said quietly, "Good morning, Alex."
"Good morning," replied the young man, still
focused on the plaque. "What is this?" Alex 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 Alex's voice was trembling and barely
audible when he asked, "Which service, the 8:30 or
the 10:00?"