Maybe things would have been different if he'd had a gun in his hands, or if he'd been like Bill and had a wand, but Klaus was just Klaus in Vegas and here and the only weapon he ever had felt comfortable with had been Ben and well... that wasn't really a thing any more. So it was no wonder things had gone down the way they did in Vegas.
But he nodded while Bill told him that wizards hadn't been involved in Vietnam where he was from, but it was something they'd been aware of. But how could they not have been really? The whole world had learned about Vietnam where Klaus was from, seen what they'd done and known what a mistake it was in the end. That had been the extent of his knowledge before he'd ended up there, that it was all a mistake, he hadn't really known the reality of it, but he knew it now. And that knowledge was written inside of him in all those deep dark places that rarely ever saw the light of day.
"It was -" He started and stopped not sure he could actually put into words the reality of that place. "I've never really belonged anywhere," He said instead, "Even in my own family I was always a touch out of step, never did live up to dear old dad's expectations, and as soon as I was able to go my own way I did. It was no different there in Vietnam, I wasn't supposed to be there. I didn't fit in with any of those guys, but we - we were a family." All of them, the entire 173rd, they'd been a family, more than he'd ever been with his actual family apart from Ben. But he and Ben, well they were another story all together.
"I've never seen anything like what I did while I was there," He couldn't bring himself to say the truth of it, the loss of Dave, the death of the others in his brigade, the pain etched on the faces of his fellow soldiers, the drunken drug fueled haze they'd all been in just to make it through each day there.