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In the Navy
David Weber

"I'm telling you, Mike, we can dothis!"
Mike Stearns inhaled deeply, counted to tenтАФno, better make it twentyтАФand reminded himself
that the President of the United States couldn't go around throttling overenthusiastic teenagers. He told
himself that rather firmly, then reopened his eyes.
"Eddie," he asked as patiently as possible, "do you have any idea how many people walk through
this office every weekтАФevery day, for that matterтАФwith projects that absolutely, positively just haveto
be done Right This Minute?"
"But this is different, Mike!" The wiry, red-haired young man on the other side of Mike's desk
waved his hands. "This is important!"
"That's exactly my point, Eddie. They're all important. But important or not, we only have so many
up-timers with the sorts of skills to make them work. And thisтАФ" Mike thumped a solid, muscular palm
on the lovingly executed sketch plan Eddie had laid on his desk between two tall piles of books
"тАФwould require skills I doubt any of us have to begin with. Besides, can you even imagine how
someone like Quentin Underwood would react if I handed whole miles of railroad track over to you for a
'crackpot scheme' like this?"
"It's not a 'crackpot scheme'!" Eddie said hotly. "This is exactly how the Confederates built their
original ironclads, with rolled railroad rails for armor back during the Civil War."
"No, it's not," Mike replied patiently. "It's how you think they built them, and that'sтАФ"
"It is how they built them!" Eddie interrupted. "My research is solid, Mike!"
"If you'll let me finish?" Mike's voice was noticeably cooler, and Eddie blushed with the fiery color
only a natural redhead could produce.
"Sorry," he muttered, and Mike was hard pressed not to chuckle at his expression. Eddie Cantrell,
especially in the grip of one of his effervescent enthusiasms, was prone to forget that the Mike Stearns
he'd known all his life had become President of the only United States that existed in this Year of Our
Lord Sixteen Hundred and Thirty-Two. Which was fair enough, Mike supposed. There'd been enough
times over the last year or so that he'd thought he was living in a fever dream instead of reality.
"As I was saying," he continued after a moment, "I don't have any doubt at all that this plan of
yours," he thumped the sketch on his desk again, "represents one hell of a lot of research and hard
thinking. But the truth is that you don't have any better idea than I do of what sorts of hardware it would
take to build the thing. Or, for that matter, who do you think is going to do the stability calculations? Or
figure out its displacement? Or design a steam plant to move a boat this size and weight? Or even have a
single clue how to take command of it when it was built?" He shook his head. "Even if we had the
resources to devote to something like this, we don't have anyone here in Grantville who has any idea how
to build it. And I've got too many other projects that people do have a clue about to justify diverting our
limitedтАФvery limited, EddieтАФresources to building some kind of Civil War navy."
Eddie looked away, staring out the office window for several seconds. Then he looked back at
Mike, and his expression was more serious than any Mike recalled ever having seen from him before.
"All right," the young man said. "I understand what you're saying. And I guess I do get carried away
sometimes. But there was a reason they built these things back home, Mike, and Gustav Adolf is going to
need them a hell of a lot worse than Sherman or Grant ever did."
Mike started a quick reply, then stopped. Just as Eddie had trouble remembering Mike as anything
more impressive than the leader of the United Mine Workers local, Mike had trouble thinking of Eddie as
anything but one of the local kids. Not quite as geekish as his friend Jeff had been before the Ring of Fire
deposited their hometown in seventeenth-century Germany, but still something of an oddball in rural West
Virginia. A computer nerd and a wargamer who was passionately devoted to both pastimes.
Yeah, Mike thought. A geek. But a wargaming geek. He may be short on experience in the real
world, but he's spent one hell of a lot more time than I have studying wars and armies and . . . navies.