I only met him once.  He got up in church that Sunday a few months ago to bear his testimony.  His words touched me and impressed me.  The strength of his testimony, his complete sureness of it, was just wonderful.  His words were not particularly loud -- he actually spoke in a very reverent tone -- but they were so powerful!   He said that he prayed to be blessed with the same blessing that was granted to Helaman -- the ability to bring his men back home alive.   As he spoke, I thought, "This is his farewell testimony," and then immediately felt horrified that I could think such a thing.  After the meeting, I went up to him.  I wanted to hug him -- his words had meant so much to me.  But I had never even met him before, and it did not seem appropriate. So I shook his hand and thanked him for both his testimony and for his service to our country.  Meeting him made the war a personal thing to me.  Until then, I had not known anyone who was actually serving in the military in Afghanistan, someone who was putting himself in harm's way every day so that I could contine to live in a free country.  All of this ran through my mind today when I heard that he had been shot down and killed.  His parents, my Bishop and his wife, are leaving tomorrow to go to Dover, to recover his remains.  I cannot begin to imagine their grief, the horror of having to do that.  It feels like a very personal loss to me, yet I only met him once.  Thank you so much, Scott Pace!  Thank you for serving in the military of the United States of America.  Thank you for your testimony and spiritual strength.  And, most of all, thank you for touching my heart.  I know that there are many, MANY people who are mourning your loss today.  I know that they will never forget you.  I want you to know that I will never forget you, either, even though I only met you once.