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Some Interesting Military Data

As in ship graveyards, I've always used the standard boneyards near the class e/d/c starports. They seem to work for spareparts...

Actual ship graveyards...2 locations...both in the subsector in the leviathin adventure/imtu as it is.

One was a mix of belgardian sojourn ships and a few zhodani landing craft scattered around that prison world of the sojourn...super high level winds as I recall, and a kind of tree that gave a 2m living space...never got my heroes to land there.

Two was an ancient ship from the early swordworlds settling...that I had embedded into an aslan version of a sublight colony transport...as my heroes went left and the ship was to the right...and no amount of hints could get them to change course...it's still drifting oh so slowly...should get to the imperial border in a few tens of thousands of years.

My lone player hasn't gotten to research in the right archives...oh well, it'll keep.
 
As in ship graveyards, I've always used the standard boneyards near the class e/d/c starports. They seem to work for spareparts...

Actual ship graveyards...2 locations...both in the subsector in the leviathin adventure/imtu as it is.

One was a mix of belgardian sojourn ships and a few zhodani landing craft scattered around that prison world of the sojourn...super high level winds as I recall, and a kind of tree that gave a 2m living space...never got my heroes to land there.

Two was an ancient ship from the early swordworlds settling...that I had embedded into an aslan version of a sublight colony transport...as my heroes went left and the ship was to the right...and no amount of hints could get them to change course...it's still drifting oh so slowly...should get to the imperial border in a few tens of thousands of years.

My lone player hasn't gotten to research in the right archives...oh well, it'll keep.

Yea, verily I have become death...the killer of threads!

Don't worry about it, this is a fairly old thread that has been resurrected whenever someone had something to add. I like you ideas of setting-specific ship graveyards that exist for historical reasons.
 
Instead of a cluster of space/star ship wreckage in a system for player characters to rummage through. I came up with this:

Planet: Gone, now an asteroid belt.

An interesting asteroid belt. Why is it called that ?

Buildings on small rocks. They look like they belong in an atmosphere.

Years ago, I was told of a planet that had lots of visitors, and no one left. No ships, no people, no goods, ever left there. Lots of ships came by, radio messages of 'looks great ! on our way down... landed !" Then nothing but static. Investigators go to the surface, no further messages. Just static on the radio, then nothing.

Lots of asteroids there now. Like something big hit it.

I hear tell of people landing on them rocks, then nothing. No ships, no people. Some of the rocks have ruins of buildings on them.

Nothing else.

end of my site post.

I do have a [to be continued...] part on that page, but I'm not quite certain what to do with it. Micro-machines gone mad ? A plague ? No idea.

Anyone can use the idea, I have no clue what to do with it, that wouldn't wipe out a player character group.
 
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I came across a very interesting discussion of the wounding effects of bullets on Project Gutenberg, written by a Royal Army Medical Corps surgeon, which is also well illustrated with black and white photos of the ammunition used and the wounding effects. The war covered is the Boer War of 1899-1902, so the weapons used were primarily 1st Generation smokeless powder weapons, using full-jacket round-nose bullets at velocities of around 2,000 feet per second. There is also discussion of large-caliber lead projectiles from sporting rifles used by the Boers.

Here is a quote from the book.

The following pages are intended to give an account of personal experience of the gunshot wounds observed during the South African campaign in 1899 and 1900. For this reason few cases are quoted beyond those coming under my own immediate observation, and in the few instances where others are made use of the source of quotation is indicated. It will be noted that my experience was almost entirely confined to bullet wounds, and in this respect it no doubt differs from that of surgeons employed in Natal, where shell injuries were more numerous. This is, however, of the less moment for my purpose as there is probably little to add regarding shell injuries to what is already known, while, on the other hand, the opportunity of observing large numbers of injuries from rifle bullets of small calibre has not previously been afforded to British surgeons.

For those interested in the book, it can be found on Project Gutenberg at
http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/21280, the title being Surgical Experiences in South Africa, 1899-1900, by George Henry Makins
 
For those who would like to more accurately describe to their players what a battlefield looks like during or after a battle, the following incidents are given. The first occurred during Stonewall Jackson's Valley Campaign in 1862 during the US Civil War.

I recall distinctly the sad, solemn feeling produced by seeing the ambulances brought up to the front; it was entirely too suggestive. Soon we reached the woods and were ascending the hill along a little ravine, for a position, when a solid shot broke the trunnions of one of the guns, thus disabling it; then another, nearly spent, struck a tree about half-way up and fell nearby. Just after we got to the top of the hill, and within fifty or one hundred yards of the position we were to take, a shell struck the off-wheel horse of my gun and burst. The horse was torn to pieces, and the pieces thrown in every direction. The saddle-horse was also horribly mangled, the driver's leg was cut off, as was also the foot of a man who was walking alongside. Both men died that night. A white horse working in the lead looked more like a bay after the catastrophe. To one who had been in the army but five days, and but five minutes under fire, this seemed an awful introduction.

From: The Story of a Cannoneer Under Stonewall Jackson, by Edward A. Moore, located at
http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/22067

The Battle of Olustee occurred in 1864, in Florida, during the US Civil War.

This battle of Olustee was a very severe fight, and a bloody one, in which the Federals under General Seymour were routed by the Confederates under Gen. Pat. Finnigan and Gen. A. H. Colquitt. In this battle the Federal loss was about 1,900 men and the Confederate about 1,000. The obstinacy of the struggle may be appreciated when it is observed that, out of the total of 11,000 men engaged, the casualties amounted to 2,900, nearly 27 per cent. As I have said, our battery reached the scene after the battle, so we made no stay near Olustee, but retired to Madison. The wounded were all cared for at the wayside hospitals, and the dead white men of both sides buried; but the dead negroes were left where they fell. There had been several regiments of negroes in the Federal force, who as usual had been put into the front lines, and thus received the full effect of the Confederate fire. The field was dotted everywhere with dead negroes, who with the dead horses here and there soon created an intolerable stench, perceptible for half a mile or more. The hogs which roamed at large over the country were soon attracted to the spot and tore many of the bodies to pieces, feeding upon them. This field of death, enlivened by numbers of hogs grunting and squealing over their hideous meal, was one of the most repulsive sights I ever saw.

From: Life in the Confederate Army, by Arthur Peronneau Ford and Marion Johnstone Ford, located at
http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/37112

Charles Ryan served with the Ottomans during the Russo-Turk War of 1877-78 in the area of what is now Rumania and Bulgaria.

People have often asked me how it was that I, an Australian, came to take a part in the defence of the Ottoman Empire, and to serve as a military surgeon under the Red Crescent, which, as every one knows, is the Turkish equivalent of the Red Cross of the Geneva Convention. Red Cross and Red Crescent are alike the symbols of a humanitarian spirit, in which philosophers and students of ethics profess to see the small beginnings of a future age of universal peace; but as for me, I have seen how Cossacks and Circassians fight, and I cannot help regarding the future prophesied by the philosopher as an impossible dream. When one has seen a soldier of a civilized force sawing off the head of a wounded but still living enemy with the edge of his sword-bayonet, it requires an unusually optimistic nature to believe in the abolition of war and a perpetual comity of nations.

From: Under the Red Crescent, by Charles S. Ryan, located at
http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/42202

Mr. Lynch was a war correspondent who accompanied the foreign troops during the Boxer Rebellion in China in 1900 in the effort to relieve the besieged Legations in Peking/Beijing. It was a mixed international force that included Russians, French, German, Japanese, British, and US troops.

It was the day after Tung-Chow had been occupied by the Allies. I was riding along a sunken road between the city wall and some high ground on which houses were built. There was a sheer drop of considerable height between the walls of the houses and the stony road below. The shouts of Russians mingling with screams could be heard proceeding from the houses. At the base of the cliff two Chinese girls were lying. Their legs were bundled under them in a way that showed they had jumped from the height above. From their richly embroidered silken tunics and trousers, their elaborate coiffure, and their compressed feet, they were evidently ladies. They were moaning piteously, and one of them appeared to be on the point of death. Their legs or hips had apparently been broken, or dislocated, by their jump. As I went towards them, the one who appeared least injured shrank from me with an expression of loathing and horror until I offered her a drink out of my water-bottle. Her delicate, childish little hand trembled violently on mine as she drank eagerly from it. The other was almost too far gone to swallow. The hoarse cries of the soldiers, mingled occasionally with a sobbing scream, came from the houses above, telling what they had tried so desperately to escape from. They lay there helpless, evidently in excruciating pain, under a brazen sun that beat down on the deserted dusty road. There was no one within reach to come to their assistance. And there was nothing for it but to leave them there, as many under similar circumstances had had to be left during our previous march of several days. This scene was typical rather than singular. In a large number of Chinese houses in the villages we passed through on our way up, at Tung-Chow, and in Pekin itself, it was no unusual sight to see an entire family lying dead side by side on the Kang, where they had suffocated themselves, or to see them suspended from the rafters of their houses, where they had committed suicide by hanging.

In the burden of corpses which the river Pei-ho carried downwards from Pekin towards the sea were to be seen the bodies of many Chinese girls and women. One day I myself counted five. There is no question whatever that they had committed suicide. And close to Tung-Chow girls were actually seen walking into the shallow water and deliberately holding their heads under the surface till they were drowned. Such a tale seems very terrible. But to any one who had the opportunity of judging of the conduct of portions of the Allied troops it was not in theleast surprising. Under similar circumstances our sisters and wives would have done likewise.

The Russians and French carried off the palm for outrages on women during the original march, and subsequently the Germans similarly distinguished themselves. This was more particularly the case with small bodies of men who were detached from the main force. In a village on the way to Paoting-fu, for instance, through which a body of Germans had just passed, three girls were taken by our troops out of a well, into which they had been thrown before the Germans left. They were still alive. This method of disposing of their victims was frequently adopted by the soldiers as the safest way of hiding their misdeeds and escaping the consequences.

From: Impressions of a War Correspondent by George Lynch, located at
http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/21661

The bold emphasis was added by me.
 
Some Rudyard Kipling

As a change of pace, and also remembering a comment in Heinlein's Starship Troopers regarding Danny Deever, which when I first saw it, I had no idea of what was meant. For those who have never read Kipling, I give you:


Danny Deever

"What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade.
"To turn you out, to turn you out", the Colour-Sergeant said.
"What makes you look so white, so white?" said Files-on-Parade.
"I'm dreadin' what I've got to watch", the Colour-Sergeant said.
For they're hangin' Danny Deever, you can hear the Dead March play,
The regiment's in 'ollow square—they're hangin' him to-day;
They've taken of his buttons off an' cut his stripes away,
An' they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'.

"What makes the rear-rank breathe so 'ard?" said Files-on-Parade.
"It's bitter cold, it's bitter cold", the Colour-Sergeant said.
"What makes that front-rank man fall down?" said Files-on-Parade.
"A touch o' sun, a touch o' sun", the Colour-Sergeant said.
They are hangin' Danny Deever, they are marchin' of 'im round,
They 'ave 'alted Danny Deever by 'is coffin on the ground;
An' 'e'll swing in 'arf a minute for a sneakin' shootin' hound—
O they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'!

"'Is cot was right-'and cot to mine", said Files-on-Parade.
"'E's sleepin' out an' far to-night", the Colour-Sergeant said.
"I've drunk 'is beer a score o' times", said Files-on-Parade.
"'E's drinkin' bitter beer alone", the Colour-Sergeant said.
They are hangin' Danny Deever, you must mark 'im to 'is place,
For 'e shot a comrade sleepin'—you must look 'im in the face;
Nine 'undred of 'is county an' the regiment's disgrace,
While they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'.

"What's that so black agin' the sun?" said Files-on-Parade.
"It's Danny fightin' 'ard for life", the Colour-Sergeant said.
"What's that that whimpers over'ead?" said Files-on-Parade.
"It's Danny's soul that's passin' now", the Colour-Sergeant said.
For they're done with Danny Deever, you can 'ear the quickstep play,
The regiment's in column, an' they're marchin' us away;
Ho! the young recruits are shakin', an' they'll want their beer to-day,
After hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'.

From Barrack-room Ballads, available at Project Gutenberg.
 
Another one of my favorites from Kipling, and if you served in the US Army from say 1967 to the late 1970s, you can fully understand what is said.

Tommy

I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."
The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:
O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away";
But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play.

I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music-'alls,
But when it comes to fightin', Lord! they'll shove me in the stalls!
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, wait outside";
But it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide,
The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the tide,
O it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide.

Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;
An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.
Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, 'ow's yer soul?"
But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.

We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints,
Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;
While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, fall be'ind",
But it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind,
There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind,
O it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind.

You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an' fires, an' all:
We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace.
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot;
An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;
An' Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool—you bet that Tommy sees!

From Barrack-room Ballads, available on Project Gutenberg
 
Blockade Running Profits

For those of you running a campaign where the players have the option of doing some blockade running to planets either cut-off from the regular supply routes or by having irregular sweeps of the opposing space forces moving through their system, I have some interesting data of the possible profits of running a blockade.

During the US Civil War, documented profit margins of blockade runners were as high as 850%, while the Confederate government was paying between 300% and 650% profit on needed imported military supplies. The source on this is Confederate Supply, by Richard Goff, Duke University Press, 1969. This is the only book that I have found that treats Confederate supply to any significant degree.

To set this up, the GameMaster would have to determine what supplies are critically needed by a planet or system, and how they would make payment for the supplies. Alternatively, the system could have materials needed by the Imperium or other groups, such a Lanthanum or natural Anagathics, for which other systems would pay high prices. It does make for some interesting possibilities.
 
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For those of you running a campaign where the players have the option of doing some blockade running to planets either cut-off from the regular supply routes or by having irregular sweeps of the opposing space forces moving through their system, I have some interesting data of the possible profits of running a blockade.

During the US Civil War, documented profit margins of blockade runners were as high as 850%, while the Confederate government was paying between 300% and 650% profit on needed imported military supplies. The source on this is Confederate Supply, by Richard Goff, Duke University Press, 1969. This is the only book that I have found that treats Confederate supply to any significant degree.

To set this up, the GameMaster would have to determine what supplies are critically needed by a planet or system, and how they would make payment for the supplies. Alternatively, the system could have materials needed by the Imperium or other groups, such a Lanthanum or natural Anagathics, for which other systems would pay high prices. It does make for some interesting possibilities.

Do you have any data on the success rate for penetrating the blockade? Might be interesting to compare the profit margin with the risk picture.
 
Do you have any data on the success rate for penetrating the blockade? Might be interesting to compare the profit margin with the risk picture.

The success rate at the time of these profits was about 3 out of 4 runs successful, or a capture rate of 1 in 4, as these were in 1863 and 1864. The normal expectation was that the profits of two successful runs in would cover the cost of replacing the ship, and still show a substantial profit.. The highest profits were made of off luxury items, while medicines also had a high margin.

However, the ships involved were not that large, but were fast, with low silhouettes. A Traveller comparison would be a ship with high acceleration and high jump rating, say 3 or 4, with about 200 to 400 Traveller displacement tons capacity. The blockade runners were not armed, as they operated under British colors, so if they attempted armed resistance, they would be viewed as pirates.

The following comes from Prof. James Russell Soley's work, The Blockade and the Cruisers, published in 1883. I think that I downloaded it from the Combined Arms Research Library Digital Library, but not positive on that.

These profits were made both on the outward and the inward voyages, and it is hard to say which were the more extraordinary. The inward cargoes consisted of all kinds of manufactured goods, and especially of "hardware," the innocent name under which arms and ammunition were invoiced. The sale of these brought in from five hundred to one thousand per cent. of their cost. The return cargo was always cotton, and the steam-presses at Wilmington, reducing it to the smallest possible bulk, enabled the long, narrow blockade-runners to carry six hundred, eight hundred, or even twelve hundred bales, of five or six hundred pounds each. Even the upper deck was piled up wvithztwo or three tiers of bales. As a clear profit of £30,000 each way was no uncommon result, it is easy to believe that owners could afford to lose a vessel after two successful trips. It was the current opinion in the squadron off Wilmington [North Carolina], in the early part of the last year [i.e. 1864-my note], that two-thirds of the vessels attempting· to enter were successful; and it has been estimated that out of the sixty-six blockadle-runners making regular trips during the war, forty were captured or destroyed, but only after a successful career for a shorter or longer period.

The crew was paid extremely well also for each trip. Same source as above.

The amounts are as follows:

Captain 1,000 English Pounds
Chief Officer 250 English Pounds
Second and Third Officer 150 English Pounds
Chief Engineer 500 English Pounds
Crew and firemen 50 English Pounds
Pilot 750 English Pounds

Besides the money received, officers were able to stow away little cargoes of their own, and so to make on each trip a private speculation; and an occasional cotton-bale was brought out for a friend, by way of making a handsome present. In fact, the blockade-running captains, after six months of employment, could afford to retire with a snug competency for the rest of their life.

The English Pound was backed by Gold, and was worth about 5 US Dollars in Gold. These pay rates were between 10 and 20 times higher than in the normal commercial service. So you will need to adjust your crew pay as well.
 
My grandfather ran the "booze blockage" during prohibition. Was never caught and made bank. ;)

That is a different era, although the requirement of the "rum runners" for powerful but lightweight engines did result in the development of the Packard V-2500 aircraft engine into a reliable marine engine, which was used in the US PT boats during World War 2.
 
Back in the late 1970s /early 1980s, moving "contraband" from NYC to the hungry markets in northern New Jersey yielded a 400% profit for crossing the George Washington Bridge ... add another 100% for traveling deeper into the state. Speed had nothing to do with success ... it involved hiding in plain sight ... with a success rate between 80% and 90%.

[I plead the fifth concerning how I came to know this information. :) ]
 
Back in the late 1970s /early 1980s, moving "contraband" from NYC to the hungry markets in northern New Jersey yielded a 400% profit for crossing the George Washington Bridge ... add another 100% for traveling deeper into the state. Speed had nothing to do with success ... it involved hiding in plain sight ... with a success rate between 80% and 90%.

[I plead the fifth concerning how I came to know this information. :) ]

I was unaware that the US Navy and Army were blockading New York City in the late 1970s and early 1980s. Do you perhaps have access or could point me to a history of the operation?
 
I was unaware that the US Navy and Army were blockading New York City in the late 1970s and early 1980s. Do you perhaps have access or could point me to a history of the operation?
The NYPD has 34,500 uniformed members - most of them armed.
It was more an update to the Prohibition Era data than the Civil War data mentioned upthread.
 
Origin of the Rough Riders

Quoted from Teddy Roosevelt's book, The Rough Riders.

Secretary Alger offered me the command of one of these regiments. If I had taken it, being entirely inexperienced in military work, I should not have known how to get it equipped most rapidly, for I should have spent valuable weeks in learning its needs, with the result that I should have missed the Santiago campaign, and might not even have had the consolation prize of going to Porto Rico. Fortunately, I was wise enough to tell the Secretary that while I believed I could learn to command the regiment in a month, that it was just this very month which I could not afford to spare, and that therefore I would be quite content to go as Lieutenant-Colonel, if he would make Wood Colonel.

This was entirely satisfactory to both the President and Secretary, and, accordingly, Wood and I were speedily commissioned as Colonel and Lieutenant-Colonel of the First United States Volunteer Cavalry. This was the official title of the regiment, but for some reason or other the public promptly christened us the "Rough Riders." At first we fought against the use of the term, but to no purpose; and when finally the Generals of Division and Brigade began to write in formal communications about our regiment as the "Rough Riders," we adopted the term ourselves.

The mustering-places for the regiment were appointed in New Mexico, Arizona, Oklahoma, and Indian Territory. The difficulty in organizing was not in selecting, but in rejecting men. Within a day or two after it was announced that we were to raise the regiment, we were literally deluged with applications from every quarter of the Union. Without the slightest trouble, so far as men went, we could have raised a brigade or even a division. The difficulty lay in arming, equipping, mounting, and disciplining the men we selected. Hundreds of regiments were being called into existence by the National Government, and each regiment was sure to have innumerable wants to be satisfied. To a man who knew the ground as Wood did, and who was entirely aware of our national unpreparedness, it was evident that the ordnance and quartermaster's bureaus could not meet, for some time to come, one-tenth of the demands that would be made upon them; and it was all-important to get in first with our demands. Thanks to his knowledge of the situation and promptness, we immediately put in our requisitions for the articles indispensable for the equipment of the regiment; and then, by ceaseless worrying of excellent bureaucrats, who had no idea how to do things quickly or how to meet an emergency, we succeeded in getting our rifles, cartridges, revolvers, clothing, shelter-tents, and horse gear just in time to enable us to go on the Santiago expedition. Some of the State troops, who were already organized as National Guards, were, of course, ready, after a fashion, when the war broke out; but no other regiment which had our work to do was able to do it in anything like as quick time, and therefore no other volunteer regiment saw anything like the fighting which we did.

Wood thoroughly realized what the Ordnance Department failed to realize, namely, the inestimable advantage of smokeless powder; and, moreover, he was bent upon our having the weapons of the regulars, for this meant that we would be brigaded with them, and it was evident that they would do the bulk of the fighting if the war were short. Accordingly, by acting with the utmost vigor and promptness, he succeeded in getting our regiment armed with the Krag-Jorgensen carbine used by the regular cavalry.

It was impossible to take any of the numerous companies which were proffered to us from the various States. The only organized bodies we were at liberty to accept were those from the four Territories. But owing to the fact that the number of men originally allotted to us, 780, was speedily raised to 1,000, we were given a chance to accept quite a number of eager volunteers who did not come from the Territories, but who possessed precisely the same temper that distinguished our Southwestern recruits, and whose presence materially benefited the regiment.
 
"Wood" referring to Leonard Wood.

He took a position as an Army contract surgeon in 1885, and was stationed at Fort Huachuca, Arizona. Wood participated in the last campaign against Geronimo in 1886, and was awarded the Medal of Honor, in 1886, for carrying dispatches 100 miles through hostile territory and for commanding an infantry detachment (whose officers had been lost) in hand-to-hand combat against the Apache. He received the rank of captain in 1891.

Wood was personal physician to Presidents Grover Cleveland and William McKinley through 1898. It was during this period he developed a friendship with Theodore Roosevelt, then Assistant Secretary of the Navy.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leonard_Wood

While he was rather strong-willed and enthusiastic towards military experiences, TR was also intelligent enough to accept reality, and take second place behind a friend who was better qualified for the job than he was.
 
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