And when ya find out that the lyric writer on this song, wrote this from the perspective of a woman whose man is in Vietnam, it really changes the song for me. Vietnam was a dangerous damn place in 1967. Hal David wrote the lyrics, Burt Bacharach wrote the music
Lynn, I lived in an apartment when I was in college, downstairs from a Vietnam vet, he did 2 tours as a Huey door gunner. He really did not talk about it much, and you really had to know him for a very long time to get him to open up a bit (I never got that far.) He came back pretty well messed up, and he knew it. I thought pretty highly of him (and still do, BTW,) it was also pretty painful to watch him try to get in civilian life (and this was a solid 15 years later.)