Vincent Capodanno did not carry a rifle. He carried a Bible and a box of St. Christopher medals. He was a Catholic priest, a Maryknoll missionary from Staten Island, and when he joined the Navy as a chaplain in 1965 he asked for the one assignment most men would have run from. He wanted to be with the Marines in the field. They called men like him the Grunt Padre, and he earned it. He lived the way his Marines lived, ate what they ate, slept in the same mud, and spent his hours hearing confessions, writing letters home for scared kids, and sitting with the grieving and the dying.
On September 4, 1967, during Operation Swift in the Que Son Valley, the same mountains where Marines would still be fighting years later, a company of the 5th Marines was hit by a massive North Vietnamese force, around 2,500 men. When Father Capodanno heard that a platoon was about to be overrun, he did not stay in any safe place, because there was no safe place and he would not have gone to it anyway. He ran across open ground under fire to reach the Marines who were being cut apart.
Then he just moved through the battle doing his work. He went from man to man, giving last rites to the dying and pulling the wounded to cover, praying over kids as they bled out, telling terrified Marines that God was with them right there in that field. A mortar round shredded his arms and legs and tore off part of his right hand. He refused medical aid and kept going, one hand mangled, still crawling to the next wounded man.
He saw a wounded corpsman lying out in the open, close to an enemy machine gun, and went to him. As Father Capodanno knelt over that Marine to comfort him and give him last rites, the machine gun found them both. The priest was shot more than 27 times. He died there in the field with his Marines, doing exactly what he had come to do.
He received the Medal of Honor in 1969. The Catholic Church later opened his cause for sainthood, and he now carries the title Servant of God. To the men of the 5th Marines he was already something close to a saint long before any of that, the padre who ran toward the fire empty handed so that no man in that valley would have to die alone.
"My name's Harvey. I'm 68. I work the night shift at TravelCenter truck stop on I-40. Pump diesel, ring up snacks, clean showers. Same blue vest for thirteen years. Truckers fuel up, grab coffee, hit the road. Most are gone in fifteen minutes.
🤩🤩But I see who stays parked.
Like the trucker who'd been sitting in his rig for three days. Engine off. Never came inside except for bathroom. No food, no shower, just sitting.
🤩Fourth morning, I knocked on his cab. "You okay, buddy?"
He rolled down the window. Looked exhausted. "Broke down. Waiting on parts. Can't afford to eat and fix the truck both. Truck wins."
"When'd you eat last?"
"Tuesday."
It was Friday.
🌭☕️🍟I went inside, made him a hot dog, brought chips and coffee. "Store policy. Can't sell day-old stuff."
It wasn't day-old. But he was starving.
😭😞He cried eating that hot dog.
Started noticing others. The female trucker sleeping in her cab because shower credits cost too much. The rookie driver rationing gas station food because rookie pay barely covers fuel. Truckers choosing between eating and making deliveries on time.
💖✅I began keeping food. "Expired" items still perfectly good. When truckers looked desperate, I'd "find" extras they could have.
Word spread on the CB radio. "Harvey at the I-40 TravelCenter helps drivers."
❤️Then something unexpected. A trucker I'd fed years ago made it big, started his own company. Came back, left $1,000. "For drivers who are where I was."
👆Now our TravelCenter has a "Trucker Relief Fund." Other truck stops copied it. Fifty-three stops across nine states.
I'm 68. I scan Slim Jims and pump diesel fuel at a highway truck stop.
😕😓But I learned, truckers deliver everything we need to survive. And they're often starving, broke, sleeping in their cabs because one breakdown destroys them financially.
😢💔Watch your lot. Someone's been parked three days without moving. Someone's choosing between fuel and food.
Find the expired snacks. Offer the shower credit. Sometimes a $4 hot dog is what keeps a trucker from giving up on a road that already gave up on them."
🥰Let this story reach more hearts....
By Mary Nelson
••• Words from St. John Vianney on our Guardian Angel.
"The devil writes down our sins ~ our Guardian Angel all our merits. Labor that the Guardian Angel's book may be full, and the devil's empty."
According to the #GospelOfToday (Mt 10:37–42), those who hold on to their lives merely for themselves actually lose them, for they do not open themselves to the joy of love and thus become barren. This is why Jesus invites us to embrace the cross. He offered himself, lost himself, and in this very way we were enabled to receive his life in abundance.