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It was May 11, 1940. France was desperately defending against the enemy invasion. On the Luxembourg border, a young Frenchman, Guy (Vít) Larigaudie, fell in battle, a legendary athlete throughout France – he was especially known for being the first to drive the route from France to what was then French Indochina. After his death, a letter addressed to a religious sister was found with him:

Little sister,
I am now in the trench. Perhaps I will not return. I had beautiful dreams and beautiful plans, but if it were not for the pain that poor mother and my family will have, I would rejoice with joy. I felt so lonely for heaven, and now the gate will soon open. The sacrifice of my life is not even a sacrifice, so immense is my desire for heaven and for God's embrace. I once dreamed of becoming a saint and being a role model for scouts and rovers. That ambition may have been too great for my capabilities, but that was my dream. I am in the cavalry division, and I am so glad that my last adventure will be on horseback…

Thus speaks the desire for God, but also the passionate love for life and its values. His notes and a handful of short prose remain, which are a complete and full expression of his soul open to all beautiful loves. If his last letter resonates with calmness and even a desire to leave the world, it is not a vain romanticism of a person who, in reality, has no idea of death. Vít had already faced death twice before. The first time on the island of Tahiti, when he jumped from a high rock into a mountain lake and felt he aimed poorly and would fall onto the surrounding cliffs; the second time, while sailing on the Ganges, when his boat capsized and he woke up to find his lungs full of water, desperately struggling with the fierce element. Twice, in an instant, his whole life flashed before him, and he recognized the only true values without illusions:

I understood that on earth there is only one thing of value, namely love for God, an immense love that does not comprehend, the love of a little boy who looks up to his mother with rapture; a love that is absolute, which completely overwhelms us for all moments of life. This childlike love, wonderful, will later erase everything ugly within us, and only it will remain, solitary and victorious.

What does Vít's love for God actually look like? It is as simple and smiling as he himself was – it matters not at all to him what he is doing:

For the love of God, peeling potatoes is as beautiful as building a cathedral.

He managed to turn his life into a conversation with God:

While weeding wild carrots with a blade of grass in our teeth or during morning shaving, we can simply keep repeating to God that we love Him – and that is worth more than streams of tears we have shed over prayer books. To recount to oneself and to sing one's whole life and dreams that weave into the future, and in singing, to speak with God. To speak with Him even when we dance with joy, whether in the sun on the beach or skiing in the snow. To always have God nearby as a friend to whom we confide.

Vít sees many good and honest people, but still not saints, and he notes:

It would take so little for an honorable life to become a holy life. Just a little more love for God, a little more surrender to His will, the thought of sacrifice and perfection in small daily acts. That is all.

Yes, that is all. One sadly asks oneself: If Vít could do this, why not me? Can I really not? Vít did not shy away from girls. He gladly recognized the influence of a girl on the shaping of a boy. He knows well how necessary and healthy mutual complementarity is. However, we need not imagine him only as a spiritualist. He had open eyes and could rejoice in beauty. In dealing with women, he did not see only their soul, but also their physical beauty, which to him, a man of subtle perception, was a source of elevation just as much as a beautiful thought. And so he prays in his notes:

God, grant that our sister girls may be graceful in appearance, smiling and tastefully dressed. Grant that they may be healthy and have a transparently clear soul. That they may carry purity and grace along our rough paths. That they may be simple, maternal, without malice and coquetry towards us. Grant that nothing evil may creep between them and us. And that we all, boys and girls, may be sources for each other not of faults, but of inner wealth.

Vít was very brave, firm and assured. It was certainly a great grace, the influence of healthy and proper upbringing, but also a result of personal strictness and asceticism. This cheerful boy, athlete, dear friend and charming dancer could vigilantly guard the lower side of his nature, which awakens in every person without exception. Vít could resist temptation in such a way that he spent the night on the floor instead of in blankets. He managed to patiently endure difficulties, albeit small, but nevertheless very unpleasant.

When evil threatens to overwhelm the soul, it is good to force oneself at least to a small mortification, and thus to prove one's love for God. Not to add salt to the tasteless soup, not to remove something that obstructs us. This small act of love is like a call for grace, and the will is strengthened.

Surely, this young brave soul benefited greatly from the healthy scouting upbringing. Contact with nature in silence and solitude opened his sensitive heart to beauty and understanding of the highest ideals. He passionately loved wandering in nature and used to say that it is something one must learn as well. To walk aimlessly from flower to flower, without paths, without measuring time and kilometers – alone. Only in silence and solitude does God speak to a person and refines the saintly soul and the artist's soul.

There is one more thing to know about Vít: namely what is the key to understanding his purity, greatness, inner harmony and beauty. It is his love for the Blessed Mother and for the rosary. He had it with him at every step and greatly resembles the now-blessed Italian student, mountaineer, and motorist Pier Giorgio Frassati (*1901 – †1925). The rosary accompanied Vít on all his journeys as a living bond with God and with the Virgin Mary. The rhythm of his steps, the bumps of the train, the roar of the engine matched the quiet rhythm of his Hail Marys. This decade for a friend, that for the pilot, this one for the tourists he met, another for a colleague, and yet another for small children who mistakenly showed him the wrong direction at a crossroads. This was his great secret. After such journeys, Vít de Larigaudie traveled towards the goal of which the beautiful song sings, "Closer to You, my God, only closer to You."