That day I walked to the village centre to do some grocery shopping. When I first heard some old piston engines I immediatly thought of this bird. She was a regular at Valkenburg nas and I had seen her already a few days earlier. It was not to be, what I heard turned out to be the DBAF Mitchell. After the shopping I returned home and when I turned on the television later that day I realised that I would never see her flying again. She had crashed after an enige failure in the waddenzee. This is a tribute to the prettiest DC-3 I have ever seen the PH-DDA and the the lives lost in the crash.







They will not return to those they knew,
They will not fly again with those they gaily flew,
Into the storm,Into the clouds,Into the height,
They have passed out upon their farthest flight,
That every airman ventures;on and on,
Beyon earthmark or airmark they have gone.
Poem by: E Vine-hall from a memorial site