Dear Urist McCaptain,
You, Sir, are awesome. Keep up the good work. I planned to use your sqad of untrained recruits as diversion so the masons can quickly build a wall and stop the invasion, while you die outside. Face it, that's the life of a dwarf in the militia.
Against all my plans and orders, you didn't die but slaughtered about 50 goblins and 20 trolls. If you keep up that kind of efficiency until the fort is back to normal after the recent... problems, you'll be rewarded with luxurious rooms and better equipment. That is, if you manage to keep your squad alive and don't die to some goblin thief or pansy forgotten beast's syndromes, which seems to be a common theme with most of your colleagues in the recent past.
~the (still) hopeful overseer.
Dear Urist McDoctor,
I imagine, you were always ready to care for you patients for the last years, though nobody had any serious medical problems. Now after 9 years in "Helpmerchants", after the first real emergency which left some wounded dwarves at your skilled hands, you are having a break, eat, drink, have a party, drink some more, sleep, eat and have another party?! Didn't you notice that about 40 of your fellow dwarves just died, some are running around babbling and at least 10 are heavily wounded and dying in your hospital? Do you just not notice the gore and screams around you or have you decided to die at a party instead of helping those in need?
Seriously, get to work! I got you all necessary supplies, a state-of-the-art hospital and even an own office. What more do you want to do the work you aren't paid for?
~your overseer, with one hand at the lever, if you know what I mean.