On Rosh Hashanah morning the rabbi noticed little Sammy staring up at the plaque in the synagogue lobby. It was covered with names, and American flags stood on either side. The seven-year old had been staring at the memorial for some time, so the rabbi walked up and said, “Shana tova, Sammy. May you be inscribed for a good year.”
“Shana tova, Rabbi,”answered Sammy, but he was still focused on the plaque.
The rabbi was about to leave when Sammy asked, “Rabbi, what is this?”
“Well, Sammy, it’s a memorial to all the men and women who died in the service.”
Silently, they stood together, staring at the large plaque.
Finally Sammy whispered, “Rosh Hashanah or Yom Kippur?”
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