A YOUNG SOLDIER RAISED HIS HAND IN SALUTE. BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN DID SOMETHING THAT WAS NEVER IN THE SCRIPT.
The stadium lights washed the crowd in gold and white, and the air vibrated with the sound of thousands of voices singing in unison. It was one of those nights that felt suspended in time—when music wasn’t just entertainment, but communion. Bruce Springsteen stood at the center of it all, guitar slung over his shoulder,…