Dear Captain Uvash,
I'm sure you know why I'm writing to you, but I'd like to go through it again to make sure you understand the gravity of the situation. Your and your squad held the barricades admirably, wounding 3 goblins before forcing them to withdraw without a scratch on any of you. I was very pleased with your performance. You were truly a credit to the veteran sergeants program, I thought, taking on 9 unskilled recruits and molding them into capable soldiers and marksmen despite the scarcity of metal ammunition. Or so I thought.
I admit, this was partially my fault. You were untested in melee so far and your wooden crossbows, though very well made, are not ideal for close combat. That said, I don't think it was unreasonable to expect the ten of you to be able to dispatch a lone, unconscious, unarmed (in more ways than one,) crippled goblin. Explain to me, Uvash, how only you and the goblin survived the fight. Every last one of your men is dead, and frankly I'm at as much a loss as the goblins must be, who our spies report has been given the admittedly impressive name Snang Scorpionworry the Sinful Sects of Odor for his improbable victory.
Despite your failure and my own misgivings I've decided to give you a new squad to command, as you are now the only dwarf in the fortress with any military experience. So... don't let it happen again.
Yours,
The Management
And those deaths kick off a tantrum spiral, and he's dead. As well as most everyone else.