That was a much more difficult question to answer than it seemed on the surface of it. He had been in the army once, long ago, but he didn't know if he had the right to claim that any more. His service had been about seventy years in the past, and he had spent a hell of a long time after that working against the country that he used to serve.

In order to give him time to weigh up what he should say, he turned his attention to the next dart that was his to throw. He turned it a couple of times in his fingers, aware of the silence dragging on, before throwing it to hit as close to the bullseye as he could when there were already three darts in it.

"Yeah."

Perhaps he could lay claim to that piece of his past life. A part of him must have felt he could, after all, or why would he have come to a veteran's club?

"US Army, but I haven't served for a long time."