I cleaned out the crossbowmen at the cost of a recruit, and another of my founding seven is probably going to be invalid for life. It's a shame, he just earned himself a name in that battle. It's kind of sad that he and the other didn't die in battle, because I've got some majestic tombs lined up for them. Far better than laying idle in a bed while incompetent doctors cancel jobs for plaster powder that's sitting in a stockpile right in their zone.
I rounded up the survivors for an assault on the trolls and axegoblins sitting on our mountainside when the siege unexpectedly broke. Everyone drifted off except for one hammergoblin who somehow fell off the mountain, and crippled and half-conscious managed to whack one of my wrestlers with one hit before the rest of the soldiers took him down.
If only I could get this fucking fort organized, I would've had the defenses done long before this siege started. But you never know how to organize 40 dwarves until you have 40 dwarves, you never know how to organize 80 or 120 until you have that many. I've got 120 adult dwarves who are still shuttling crap around from the last trading season, almost a year ago. In fact, it'll be a year in two weeks, when I expect the next dwarven caravan to arrive, and hope to have this shit pulled together enough to make some trades.