Oddly enough, the man Pillow left in charge was an old friend of Grant's, and they openly mocked the guy while the terms of surrender were sorted out, with Grant saying that even if he had caught Pillow, he would've let him go, since his work for the Confederacy was turning out to be one of the best assets the Union had.
Ubaldo Soddu Wasn't Really "About" His Day Job
One lesson you can learn from the previous example is that if your country is not at war, there are all sorts of ways to rise through the ranks of the military without being good at war stuff at all. You could probably have a long career and retire with honors as long as, you know, fighting never breaks out.
That brings us to Italian General Ubaldo Soddu.
Who failed to live up to the promise of his first name.
Saying that Soddu was a terrible general might not be fair, since by all accounts he was fantastic at every part that didn't involve commanding troops in battle. As a charming party dude, he spent the 1930s convincing both the Nazis and the British that he was on their side, while developing very refined tastes in music and pasta. In fact, he was so good at schmoozing that he gained a reputation as a "first-class commander" despite the fact that his description of his own military philosophy was "When you have a fine plate of pasta guaranteed for life and a little music, you don't need anything more." That reads like a particularly sloppy attempt to dodge a question, since music and pasta have nothing to do with the military or, strictly speaking, philosophy -- but weirdly enough, due largely to Italy's somewhat lackluster warrior culture, his military career was actually really promising.