On radio Friday, Glenn shared his reaction to the news of the previous day's shooting massacre in Oregon. With reports surfacing that the perpetrator seemed to be after the notoriety the typically follows such crimes, Glenn refused to even mention his name on radio.

Instead, he focused on one of the heroes that day - Chris Mintz

A 30-year-old Army vet attending the college, Mintz charged the shooter in an effort to save others.

Source: CBS Pittsburgh

He was shot between five and seven times. As he lay wounded on the ground, all he kept saying was, "It's my son's birthday. It's my son's birthday."

Listen to the moving story or read the transcript below.

Below is a rush transcript of this segment, it might contain errors.

GLENN: The psychopath that killed at least nine in a college massacre, we know that he said on his Facebook page, everybody seems to remember those guys who did all the shootings. They're nobodies until they shoot people. And everybody knows their name. On this program, I'm not going to give this guy's name. His name is not important. He was a psychopath. He was a troubled, troubled individual. I don't know what his motivation was at this point. But it's certainly not what the media is giving you.

He was sick and disturbed. The name I want you to remember is Chris Mintz. He's a 30-year-old student that just started -- this was his first week at college. He was going because he wanted to become a fitness trainer. He was an Army vet. He was shot between five and seven times. We don't know the real number yet. Five and seven times while charging straight at the gunman in an effort to save other people.

He did so on his son's sixth birthday. As he lay wounded on the ground, all he kept saying was, "It's my son's birthday. It's my son's birthday."

When word of Chris Mintz, his heroism reached his native North Carolina. His cousin was hardly surprised. His cousin said, "Sounds like something he would do." He was amazed that a guy who survived a combat deployment without serious injury had come so close to being killed in a small town in Oregon.

They had both joined the Army after graduating from high school. Mintz had been sent to Fort Lewis in Washington State, both had been deployed. After leaving the Army, Chris Mintz, the hero yesterday, moved to Oregon, done a bit of martial arts. He had been working at the local YMCA, while enrolled at the community college, with an eye towards becoming a fitness trainer. His cousin said he's a big guy.

Mintz didn't forget the former colleagues and the former soldiers that he served with. He marked the seventh anniversary of the death of an Army captain Richard Gordon Jr. in Afghanistan by posting a photo and a bio of the fallen officer on Facebook. Just a few days ago, on September 28th on his Facebook page, he wrote, "To the limit. Sir, you are not forgotten."

Then yesterday Mintz began his day by posting again on Facebook. "Happy birthday, my son." Then he headed to UCC for his first week of classes. And when the gunman started firing, he did what he was trained to do. He did what he was born to do. Other students present, includes a woman who was a nurse. She began administering CPR in a desperate attempt to save one of the mortally wounded. After Mintz charged the gunman and he was laying down on the ground bleeding out, she held his hand and prayed with him while he just kept saying over and over again, "It's my son's birthday. It's my son's birthday."

Last night in the hospital, he underwent at least one surgery. He's expected to recover. Doctors say he's going to have to learn how to walk again. I don't want you to remember the guy's name who shot the people yesterday, that caused chaos, that brought death, because that's what he wanted. I don't want to mention his name on the air today. I'm not going to give him what he wants. But I do want you to remember the name Chris Mintz.

There was another veteran that showed up yesterday. He was at the college. He had a gun in his car. Perhaps things would have turned out differently had the college not told him -- I'm sorry. "Go back to your car. Give us your gun." They took his gun away. There was one security guard on campus. One security guard on campus.

He had a can of mace. People want to know why there's shootings at the schools. Because it's open season. You can kill as many as you want before anybody gets there and has any time to do anything. You can kill and kill and kill. It's open season.

You don't see a lot of shootings at firing ranges, do you?

I want you to remember one other thing today. Yesterday, at this time, I told you on the air that this is the time of Christian persecution. I told you at this time yesterday on the air that you were going to see more persecution coming and this was the time that Christians are being persecuted and killed in larger numbers than they have been in the last 2,000 years. More people, more Christians had died for their faith in the last three years than the last 2,000, combined.

Media Matters, other organizations mocked me ironically -- mocked me by yesterday afternoon while Christians were being shot in Oregon. Nobody seems to want to really point out and focus that this man lined people up and said, "Are you a Christian?" If you failed to answer or you answered no, he shot you in the leg. If you answered yes, he shot you in the head. Does that sound like persecution?

But I don't want to focus on the persecution. I again want to focus on the positive. I've said on this program recently, I think al-Qaeda could come over here or ISIS could come over here and I'm not sure they would find any Christians.

Just like the Christians in the Middle East, there are those who are standing up. There are those who are not afraid. What would you have done yesterday as a Christian and you saw him asking people, "Are you a Christian?" And when you said yes, he shot you in the head. How would you have answered?

We have at least nine people that answered yes. Courage is contagious.

This morning as I was driving in, I started to say a prayer. And I asked for prayers last night on Facebook because I saw the president's speech. I see what the media is doing. Nobody seems to care about -- nobody seems to care about the kids that are being shot in Chicago. The president's hometown of Chicago being slaughtered on the streets. Is anybody saying anything about that?

The president is getting angry now because he can't get his way. Hillary Clinton came out yesterday and said, "People just think that this Second Amendment is sacrosanct." It is.

I got into my car this morning, and I -- I said, "God, it's me. It's all of us. Man, how tired you must be of hearing from us on days like today. It's your children, the ones who forget about you all the time, the ones who become arrogant, the ones who get busy. It's us. Your children that don't ever call you, except maybe on your birthday or the holidays. Good morning, Dad. It's us. You know, the children that only call when we're in trouble or we need money. I'm sorry, Dad."

It's funny, now that I'm a dad, now that I'm a grandfather, now that I'm getting older, I really see that I did all of those things to my parents until I was about 30. I forgot about them. It was all about me. I only called them when I needed something or I needed money. And in some ways, the pattern is repeating.

I can't imagine what it's like to be you. Eternal. With billions of children. All making the same mistake. Hearing from us only when we're in trouble.

You had to know we would be calling this morning. You had to know when we were closing our eyes last night that your phone would ring today because we're in trouble. You had to know yesterday when you saw a man walk in and target your children by name, you had to know as darkness played, instead of us coming together, some are using this event to keep us apart again. Some see the killing here in Oregon, that they see it for political purposes.

And I say that's for political purposes because they fail to see the killing on the streets in Chicago. Almost 400 of your kids, our brothers and sisters died this year in Chicago. Six times the amount that were killed yesterday were killed last month in Chicago. Nobody seems to say anything about those kids. Those brothers. Those sisters.

No one in the press seems to notice or care that it was Christians that were martyred yesterday. That this isn't new. Not to you. There were 2 million Christians in Syria 18 months ago. There are now less than 400,000. Children have been crucified in your name while we remain asleep.

Dad, I don't know how you put up with us. Forgive us.

I've been reading the patterns of history. I read what you told Jeremiah when he came to you because they were in trouble. You were really clear. You told him, "Tell the people just stop listening to the liars. Stop listening to the liars that say the temple, the temple, the temple. Stop listening to the liars who are saying, you're going to be fine. God's never going to wipe us off the map. He wouldn't do that. We're his people."

I read where you said, "Yes, I will. I've done it before. And I'll do it again."

I read where you said, "It was too late, Jeremiah. Don't even pray for them anymore."

Dad, I don't have any right to ask you this, but please who may be calling on you for the first time since your birthday. Hear the voices who are calling on you for the first time maybe ever.

I'd just like to remind you in a humble way, I have no right to do this to you, but it was you that chose your children of Israel. It was you that said, "I love these people. I love these children." And you established Israel. But there's only one nation, only one group of people that ever chose you. You chose the Israelites. But we chose you.

We founded our nation on you. We dedicated this nation to you. We're the only nation to ever do that, Lord. And I know we have so sorely lost our way, but that foundation, that covenant is still good. We just need your help. There's so many of us that refuse to wake up. And I thank you for the nudging. I thank you for all of the things that you have done so far to wake us up. You're ripping off the blankets, and you're even turning on the lights. You're opening up the curtains. I know because my mother used to do it to me when I wouldn't get up, and you're doing it to the whole world now.

Please remember, Dad, that we love you. Please remember that we're just foolish children, but there are millions here. And we know because we saw just a handful of them yesterday stand up and die for your sake, your name. Please hear us today. Please call on us. For here I am. Dad, I got to get to work. I know you don't have a reason to believe me. But I will call you back later today just to catch up. We love you.