Roosevelt never took shit. He was a diplomat more or less but still a straight shooter. Truman was an extreme straight shooter, that was for sure. Truman wouldn't put up with shit that could see the world thrown into a new world war. MacArthur had learned that the hard way... The hardest way that man could ever learn. But why now, did Eisenhower have to deal with a bunch of pansies? Why did he get terrible excuses from those with authority. That was a question everyone and everypony asked themselves.
For Montgomery, he used to ask himself why people were not exactly fond of him... that was, until he died and saw his beloved wife again. From then on... he learned. He kept himself somewhat in-check thanks to his wife. He learned not to show the heavy prejudice he showed against those of color. He learned... well, somewhat learned... how to be less blunt and more diplomatic, a certain issue that people took notice of and despised him for... namely General Bedell-Smith after the incident involving a B-17 and a bet.
For Patton... well... Patton never really questioned a whole lot of things until after he was relieved of command in Bavaria. But even then, it still took a while for him to fully grasp it all and actually look back on his mistakes and triumphs. It wasn't until after his death where he really looked back on things... and there was a lot to look back on. Namely, the incidents where he slapped some soldiers. Granted, he wasn't exactly the most diplomatic then but he had learned to restrain himself from such conduct again.
And then there was Bradley, the career officer. Not a lot of questions went through his mind other than how incompetent did these ponies become when they had a good system only a few year ago. But that was his Patton side asking that question. His Eisenhower side knew that it was a mix of incompetence, mismanagement, and pure bureaucracy. He had a good mix of both men so he did not exactly contain the worst qualities of both men. He minded his own business and did his job, letting both sides of him do what was necessary.
But now... the ponies... of boy. Celestia... she was more or less too embarrassed with herself to really ask any questions. She was viewed as a strong leader who did not put up with nonsense but somehow, she managed to make one of the worst messes possible when it came to government management and management of the entire national defense. She was lucky herself that the navy was not exactly full of ponies who would fall over at the sight of a feather and actually stood up to nobles who threatened to cut the budget. The nobility within the navy itself was also full of straight-shooters, thanks to its far proximity from the bureaucracy of Canterlot.
Luna was embarrassed as well, but not enough to not have any questions. Well, her questions were never truly geared towards herself, but to what her sister had managed to fuck up in the 1000 years that Luna was gone. But there was one question that she was asking herself... Why did she try to deflect Eisenhower's question concerning a national army? The idea of a national army was itself something that she saw necessary, but she didn't know why she tried to deflect it like her sister. Maybe a bit of her sister and the politics of Canterlot was beginning to bury itself in her own thought process. The thought of that was very much sickening...
And now Shining Armor... the stallion caught in the middle of it all. He had too many questions to even organize within his own mind, no matter how good he was at his job. But, there was one question he kept asking himself. How long would it all take? How long would it take to clean up the mess of Mareclellan and the nobles? When would he be able to return home? It was all questions that were pushed into the back of his mind whenever he had to do some work in the administration office with Montgomery, but after said work was done, the questions kept him up at night... the endless possibilities were all nerve-wracking.
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The daily routine was simple... Get up, get dressed, eat shit, do work, eat more shit, do more work, eat even more shit, relax, pour a drink, relax, and fucking sleep. Simple... straight to the point.
A few days back, Patton sent his list of tacticians over to Luna so that she would forward it over to Chuck so that he could look over the list and deal with it. However he was forewarned not to include Walter Model on the list so he relented, even though a good defensive tactician would've been worth it for the benevolence of Equestria. So far, no response was given from Chuck so he was probably either busy with heaven shit or looking over the choices.
Sitting back in a chair on the balcony of their quarters, Patton silently looked over the courtyard and city below. For a minute, it almost reminded him of West Point... but the tranquility of the moment was broken by the sound of metal crashing and a bit of cursing in German from multiple voices, each with their own distinct dialect.
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The day was uneventful for Eisenhower. He did not have to deal with Montgomery, Patton, or Bradley (well, Bradley was not exactly a nuisance unlike the other two). However, he did have to deal with two certain princesses in still trying to form a centralized land army and that as a whole was a pain due to the magnitude of laws and old decrees which needed to be read over numerous times so that there would not be any legal issues that the nobles would be able to bring up once the proposition was brought up to them. But if anything... it was like a simple day in Washington, minus McCarthy.
After the daily grind was complete, he decided that it was finally time to hit the sack and get some rest. About halfway through his walk, he met up with Bradley and Montgomery, the latter being oddly quiet and seemingly distant and tired. He would've pressed the annoying Field Marshal about what was wrong but he relented, deciding that it was probably best discussed after getting some shut-eye.
He was just about ready to close his eyes when they got to their quarters, only to hear the sound of metal crashing, Germans cursing, and a large compliment of curse words and extremely vulgar (and albeit funny) phrases that only George S Patton could ever come up with.
The sight the 3 officers were about to see would be something quite memorable and quite messy as well.