Dear Urist McAxedwarf,
I'm glad to see you made it out of the hospital. I know I should apologize; this whole mess is my fault, really. When I saw the titan coming, I felt there was no immediate danger: we had (so I thought) only one way into the fortress, and I quickly stationed your squad of 10 steel clad dwarves at that entrance, right beside the two guard bears we keep chained there to stop thieves. They're not just any bears, either: they're war grizzly bears, so I figured between the twelve of you it would be a relatively easy match.
See, I'd forgotten that the skylights in your training rooms upstairs (to prevent cave adaptation; wouldn't want you all puking and falling over during a siege, now would we?) weren't finished yet. This particular Titan was a massive bird with a trunk and a regal bearing, and it decided to fly in a most kingly fashion towards this hole in the ceiling. Fortunately (I thought), he only hovered there rather than bolting into the fortress proper for a slaughter, giving me time to send you all scurrying up the hillside to attack him. I was worried that the first one of you there would charge in and be left alone until the others could get there; I was correct in that fear, but far worse than I thought. You attacked, bravely, and hacked his trunk clean off! Good for you, Urist. I was grinning; maybe he'd be dead before the rest of the squad could arrive; you WERE hacking his wings vigorously, as though determined to make sure he wouldn't fly away. Then, he knocked you off your ledge, through the hole, and into the training room below. He then flew down to fight you, isolated from your squad.
Here's my apology: I didn't think about how long it takes to get from the fortress entrance to the barracks. The double-helix ramp network, while pretty, was separated from the central stairway mostly for aesthetic reasons. Since really only you and the miners use it (and neither of you go out much), I never gave it a second thought. Now, you were trapped alone in a room with a Titan while your ENTIRE SQUAD had to go running numerous levels down the ramps, then back up the stairwell just to relieve you. Terribly sorry about that; I'll make sure to connect them promptly to prevent future mishaps (a bridge will be used to cut off use of the stairs as needed).
You fought well for a long time without sustaining a scratch, all the while hacking and brutalizing the clearly-outmatched Titan. I was impressed since you had NO military skills when I drafted you, and had only been sparring for about six months. Damned impressive, but after the bird grabbed you by the head and nearly tore your scalp clean off (your steel helm probably the only thing that kept your head from being crushed like a grape), you promptly decided "Fuck this, I'm done fighting for the day", and stormed off to the hospital to rest. I won't argue that choice; who could blame you after single-handedly holding off a Titan for the better part of 5 minutes my time (and with the game moving at 145 FPS, that was indeed a long time). To add insult to injury, your squad leader came dashing up the stairs shortly after you left and finished the heavily wounded Titan off, claiming the kill. Sorry about that as well; no doubt he's been bragging endlessly about it in the legendary dining hall.
Don't worry; I know what really happened, and a tomb is being commissioned for you at this moment which will include a solid silver coffin, and a slab naming the Titan will be placed there (to make sure all those who visit your tomb know the truth). As for what comforts I can manage while you're alive, you are being promoted to Militia Commander. Please be patient while I build you a new office; I'm having some reinforced chairs built that will handle the size of your massive balls.
Yours,
Urist McArathos, Fortress Overseer.
Dear Urist McLegendaryArmorer,
Damn fine work on that steel armor, Urist. Damn fine. Please report to the Fortress Overseer's office to discuss your reward.
Yours,
Urist McArathos, Fortress Overseer.