Repeating the trauma of Afghanistan is supposed to cure it. I don the state-of-the-art headset, 3 fucking D, and hold the controller. Hepatic feedback. Sit in the seat. Hepatic feedback. Humvee on a bumpy road? Not really. No way to simulate the choke of sand and smoke, but when she thinks you’re ready, the doctor adds smells—diesel, sweat, gunpowder, blood.
Linda Breneman has written everything from instructions for operating pulp mills to poetry. She blogs at ludusproject.org. Her obsessions include videogaming and virtual worlds, DIY parenting, psychoanalysis, and neurology. She lives in Seattle.