Not long after I founded my fort, my army of spear and sword masters was trapped outside the walls and annihilated by unexpected nightwings and giant fiend spiders, including the commander of the miliary. The only elite survivor of my military was the son of my founding bone carver and original militia commander, the last living trace that the founding seven had even existed. I had named him Legacy to remind myself of his lineage. The only reason that he had survived was that I had removed him from service in the hopes that he would marry and start a family, and keep the line of my founders alive in this way.
Thus, the only reason I still had a military after that debacle was because I felt sentimental enough about a soldier to temporarily remove him from action. Without him, I would not have survived the coming months of sieges that awaited.
Legacy the swordsman became the new commander of the fortress military, and steadily rebuilt it. He was calm and never discouraged, and loved to try new things. His military service lasted ten years, during which he avenged the deaths of his fellow squadmates, brothers, and uncles, who had perished earlier at the hands of named nagas, tigermen, and warwolves that returned as leaders of sieges. Though in the process he lost his right hand to the lashes of a goblin squad commander, he soon learned not only how to use his blade with equal skill in his left, but also to wield a shield in that same hand that earned itself five kills.
Though later Legacy was killed by the bolts of an elite Fury Crossbow Master, he was survived by four children and several grandchildren - his line and the line of the founders of my fortress yet live on in them!