Dear Urist McJenkins,
I know how it is, being nervous before your first real taste of combat. However, I do not think I should have to explain the stupidity of leaving your squad, who had been ordered to wait by the bridge, FYI, to charge headlong into the goblins, in the narrow hallways designed specifically to funnel invaders into the Hell Blender of saw blades waiting for them. And if they somehow made it through, you would have dropped the bridge from underneath them, sending them to their deaths in the menacing spikes below. I don't care about your explanation of a "battle trance," it doesn't change the fact you got your arse kicked.
In this narrow hallway, you're damn lucky Lutas Worldcleave and his squad were able to save you, considering fighting in such cramped conditions is difficult for a group, and you're even luckier that you didn't get caught in one of the traps yourself when you passed out after the goblins broke your leg. Meanwhile, you were barely able to injure even one of them, giving him a small cut on the toe. Great job, soldier.
Consider yourself extremely fortunate that your injuries are limited to one broken leg and one broken arm, and you will recover. Understand that you're being shifted to a new squad, that won't be going anywhere near the frontlines in such an operation again, nor given such an important role as the one you bungled. Your task will be to guard the demon pit, where our Succubi swarm and Incubi bulls live, and you will be taking your orders from the Incubi, since they've already proven to be better fighters than you.
Your extremely disappointed Militia Commander