".. If you wanted to apply for officer's training, I'd support your application." He chuckled encouragingly. "After what you did today, half of Parliament would support your application."
"Officer's training?" Torin lifted her combat vest off the chair where the medic had placed it.
"That's right."
"Thank you, sir, but no." One by one, she slid the cylinders out of her vest and indicated that the general should hold out his hands. "There's two very good reasons that I'd make a lousy officer." She dropped the (ashes of the) thirteen Marines who'd paid for his place in history into his cupped palms. "First of all, I work for a living."
Stepping back, she gestured at his face. "You should have a doctor see to that, sir." The gesture snapped into a perfect salute, that he was unable to return, there were too many cylinders for him to hold with only one hand. Then she turned on her heel and walked toward the hatch.
"Staff Sergeant Kerr."
One hand on the hatch release, she paused.
"You said there were two reasons. What was the second?"
"The second reason, sir?"
"Yes."
"My parents were married."

(Tanya Huff, "Valor's Choice", 2000)

Ich liebe einfach Bücher mit einer Pointe am Schluß, und mag sie auch noch so bitter und/oder sarkastisch sein. Falls einer die Pointe hier nicht gleich versteht: ich hab auch ein bißchen gebraucht ...