A Moment
With The Preacher...
One Sunday morning, the preacher noticed little Billy was
staring up at the 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 preacher walked up, stood beside
the little boy, and said quietly: "Good morning,
Billy."
"Good morning, Preacher," replied the young man, still
focused on the plaque.
"Preacher, what is this?"
"Well, son, it's a memorial to all the young men and women
who died while in the service." Soberly, they stood
together, staring at the plaque.
Little Billy's voice was barely audible when he asked:
"Which service, the 9:45 or the 11:00?"
