One Sunday morning, the priest noticed little Alexei was staring up at the
large plaque that hung in the narthex of the church. The plaque 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
Alex." "Good morning Father," replied the young man, still focused on the
"Father, 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 barely audible when he
asked, "Which, Father, the english service or the slavonic service?"
with apologies to Cathy Simmington