Tautboredom the Coastal Cudgel-Bowl of Peaks began its fourth year with over 200 dwarves, many of whom I had no real use for, so I drafted a bunch into the army.
The years have been mostly boring. Booze is in the 4-5k range and growing, plants are steadily increasing over 1k. No sieges, no ambushes, no successful thieves. The war and hunting dog industry is booming, allowing plenty of war dogs to be assigned to my favorite military personnel / hunters / important dwarves. My metal works are still stagnant, as I'm having trouble locating anything to make copper (though my tin supplies are quite sufficient).
The only real excitement came when a werebear attacked a group of herbalists in the midst of their gathering. Six or seven herbalists were slain in an instant before the elite melee division reached the battle. The elite speardwarf militia commander and the hammer lord dealt the killing blows, but one truly Herculean elite wrestler punched the werebear so hard she caused the beasts arms and hands to explode. Unfortunately, Hercules lost her foot in the werebear's jaws and was doomed to turn into a monster herself.
She now spends her time locked in a barracks within the "Tunnel of Death" (used to divert enemy traffic during sieges) with her own food and booze stores, training, ready to strike should the fortress require her abilities again.