“Is there blood and guts, as well?” one of the four psych clinicians asks during the virtual-reality demo, as a simulated explosion on an Iraqi street wreathes his convoy in dust and flames.
“We’ve got blood and guts,” confirms Albert “Skip” Rizzo, swiveling his head around, a graying ponytail yo-yoing behind him. “It’s something we try not to use. But we have it.”
