One Shabbat morning, the rabbi noticed little Moishie Goldberg was staring up at the large plaque that hung in the foyer of the shul. 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 rabbi walked up, stood beside him and said quietly, "Good shabbos, Moishie."
"Good shabbos, rabbi," replied the young man, still focused on the plaque. "Rabbi Kaplan, what is this?" Moishie asked.
"Well, son, it's a memorial to all the men and women who have died in the service."
Soberly, they stood together, staring at the large plaque. Little Moishie’s voice was barely audible when he finally managed to ask, "Which service, Shacharit or Musaf?”