INTO THE COCKPIT
Piloting Your Body/Mind Machine
About a year after the start of the Iraq war, I found myself on foot, moving through the streets of Baghdad at about zero dark thirty. I was in the northeastern area, referred to as Sadr City. The enemy owned the city, and improvised explosive devices (IEDs) were everywhere. That night, we had to leave our vehicles several blocks away from the target building because we knew it was full of enemy combatants. As I exited the vehicle, I remember looking down at my feet and seeing what appeared to be an IED with wires hanging out; I was straddling it! We began to move toward the target, and as I ...