Big Night Out

It seemed like we were spending all of our time in Dakar Africa. The hotel food was fast becoming unpalatable and we wanted to expand our horizons and check out a local restaurant for dinner. We had heard of this restaurant that was supposed to be nice with good food so we headed out on foot to find this palette pleasure palace. It was a long walk; there weren’t any restaurants close to the hotel.

We arrived at the restaurant and it didn’t take us long to realize that the people working there understood English like we understood French. Feeling a little underdressed, we were seated and then we proceeded to look over the menu. We attempted to decipher the menu that was completely in French and then motioned to the waiter to come to the table. It then became quite evident that we were on our own since no one there spoke English.  

Not a problem, we knew what some of the words meant. So with our interpretation of the menu we were ready to order. The waiter returned to the table to take our order and we pointed to the menu selections. To make it easier we both ordered the same thing. Needless to say the waiter had a confused look on his face but took the order and left.

We were riding high, a big night out in a very nice French restaurant half way around the world, far from the big city of Fairborn Ohio.  I can’t remember all of the conversation at the table that night but what I do remember is how enjoyable it was. Some time later the waiter returned with our special French dinner, spaghetti and French fries, now we had the confused look on our face. I can still hear the laughter as we made fun of ourselves on the walk back to the hotel.

This story took place around 1980. It wasn’t until 2000 that I remembered this happy moment in time. I had come across the reunion web site earlier and was thinking a lot about my time with ARIA, especially having thoughts about the upcoming memorial service for 328. The person that shared that special dinner with me that night was Glenn Resides. Whenever I think of Glenn my first thought is how his love of family permeated his being. He was a good man.

SSGT. Randy L. Losey
Antenna Operator
ARIA 0374
1977 - 1981