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Jeff Westphal's avatar

Dan,

Thank you for this poignant reflection. I sit here on the hospice floor of our local hospital, beside my father, 88 and in his 8th year of dementia, as his breathing slowly becomes shallower. If ever there was a Boxer, it is my father.

Upon reflection, the scars from his early scraps were his life’s pushups, making him stronger and more capable of rising far above what any thought possible.

Thank you for this timely inspiration on a very meaningful evening here in Philadelphia.

Jeff

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I was 14, headed towards 15, when this song released. By the time I was 18, I had a draft card and my parents were relieved that Vietnam was winding down. A year later I was in the service and once again they worried. Not so much at first as I was stationed near the town my mom grew up in, and still had brothers there. But, I was sent to Germany, and they worried again about a war with Russia, then Iran. They later worried when I was sent to Grenada, Gulf 1, Panama, and finally Bosnia, then Kuwait. I came home physically intact. But still, they had worried about their eldest boy.

They're gone now, and so are my siblings. And I persevere with help from friends and the VA. Thank you for this song, and both renditions. Like the boxer, all of us must weather our storms, and hopefully, that fighter still remains.

Especially now. There are many, many of us who truly care about this country and its people, and it's ever stumbling towards the "more perfect union" promised by those who founded it, flawed as they were. And, should the need arise, we will once again rise to fight those who would fundamentally change it to more suit their backwards, and fundamentally un-American desires and aspirations.

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