And for my daily work, here's some from the short story "A Whiff of Grapeshot" from the More Than Honor anthology.
"We're here," he went on bluntly, "to consider a major change in our overall policy. As you know, we've reinvigorated our armed forces with a policy of meritocratic egalitarianism."
Meaning we killed everyone we thought wasn't reliable and everyone who showed any sign of incompetence.
"But we've reached a point of diminishing returns with the . . . austere policy instituted immediately after the Coup."
Meaning we've got a young, energetic, competent, utterly terrified officer corps. And the latter is beginning to outweigh the benefits of the former.
--Robert S. Pierre, with appropriate interpretations.
"Ah . . . Citizen Admiral," the Marine officer said. "With a million citizens in the streets, how can the situation be considered purely military?"
McQueen's face showed expression for the first time in the meeting. The gesture that drew her lips back over her teeth was not in the least like a smile.
"Don't think of it as millions of citizens, Citizen Brigadier Conflans," she said. "Think of it as having a very, very large target selection." She met his eyes. "This is essential to the future of the People's Republic. Am I understood?"
-Admiral Cluster Bomb herself, Esther McQueen
Fontein looked at her blank-eyed for a moment. Then he spoke: "You don't give up very easily, do you, Citizen Admiral McQueen?"
"White Haven didn't think so."
--Conversation while dangling in a wrecked pinnace hundreds of feet off the ground..
They were his people out there; weak and foolish and stupid and short-sighted, but they were as others made them. He would remake them, and give them back their pride. If he had the right tools.
He looked after McQueen's stretcher. Any good tool kit needed a knife, a sharp one. If you cut yourself using it, that was your fault, not the tool's.
--In another time and place, Robert S. Pierre might have done noble things and been remembered fondly by his country.