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   a   restaurant   that   was   supposed   to   be   nice   with   good   food   so   we headed   out   on   foot   to   find   this   palate   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   we   were   out   of   our   element; we   felt   under   dressed   for   the   occasion. After   being   seated   we   anxiously   proceeded   to   look   over the   menu.   We   attempted   to   decipher   the   French   menu   and   then   motioned   to   the   waiter   to   come to   the   table.   It   then   became   quite   evident   that   we   were   on   our   own   since   he   didn't   speak English. Not   a   problem,   we   knew   what   some   of   the   words   meant.   So   with   our   interpretation   of   the   menu we   were   ready.   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,   but what I do remember is how enjoyable it was. Some   time   later   the   waiter   returned   with   our   special   French   dinner   of   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   event   took   place   in   early   1980.   It   wasn’t   until   2000   that   I   remembered   this   happy   moment in   time.   I   had   come   across   the   ARIA   reunion   web   site   earlier   and   was   thinking   a   lot   about   my time   with   ARIA.   I   was   especially   thinking   about   the   upcoming   memorial   service   for   ARIA   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. Staff Sergeant Glenn Samuel Resides Junior Born 23 November 1955 - Aged 25 Years Bellefonte, Pennsylvania ARIA 328 Randy L. Losey
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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   a   restaurant   that   was   supposed   to   be   nice with   good   food   so   we   headed   out   on   foot   to   find   this palate    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   we   were   out   of   our   element;   we   felt under   dressed   for   the   occasion.   After   being   seated   we anxiously    proceeded    to    look    over    the    menu.    We attempted    to    decipher    the    French    menu    and    then motioned   to   the   waiter   to   come   to   the   table.   It   then became   quite   evident   that   we   were   on   our   own   since he didn't speak English. Not    a    problem,    we    knew    what    some    of    the    words meant.   So   with   our   interpretation   of   the   menu   we   were ready.   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,   but   what   I   do   remember is how enjoyable it was. Some   time   later   the   waiter   returned   with   our   special French   dinner   of   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   event   took   place   in   early   1980.   It   wasn’t   until   2000 that   I   remembered   this   happy   moment   in   time.   I   had come   across   the   ARIA   reunion   web   site   earlier   and was   thinking   a   lot   about   my   time   with   ARIA.   I   was especially     thinking     about     the     upcoming     memorial service    for   ARIA    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. Staff Sergeant Glenn Samuel Resides Junior Born 23 November 1955 - Aged 25 Years Bellefonte, Pennsylvania ARIA 328 Randy L. Losey