> 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 > .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³