Dear Family, I did not know Capt. Secher, but he, along with all the men and women obeying the call to serve, has prompted me to often pause and pray for our soldiers. Last Friday, I left work at 5pm and expected to be home at about 6pm since my commute is usually an hour. Unfortunately, there were 4 vehicle accidents, two of which were fatalities. I started getting fustrated creeping and standing still for 3 hours. As often happens to me, a flash of clarity transected my negativity: "Be thankful you are going home and that your loved ones will be there." "Be thankful you are in the warmth of your car, out of the rainy haze, listening to Cold Play, Second Serenade and Creed and not sitting in a fox hole or walking down a potentially mine-filled road. No, I did not know him personally, but I know him as a soldier that would think my whining about such small inconveniences quite funny after living encircled by the enemy with no safe place to lay his head. I pray we do not let these lives go in vain, that we will pause on the breath of frustrations and ask if we really have it that bad and then put our energy into praying for those who do really have it that bad. Stop, breathe, pray. God Bless and Thank-you for your service and your family's sacrifice---I can't imagine losing a son--even if he was a big tough marine--he is still your little boy at heart.