One Sunday morning, the priest noticed Little Johnny 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 priest walked up, stood beside the boy, and said quietly, "Good morning, Little Johnny."
Little Johnny: "Good morning! Father Scott, what is this?"
Father Scott: "Well, son, it's a memorial to all the young men and women who died in the service."
Little Johnny: "Which service, the 9:45 or the 11:15?"