D-Day Squadron: Ready to Solo

Back in 2019, we made a pilgrimage to the beaches of Normandy to join aviation enthusiasts and family in the commemoration of the 75th anniversary of the D-Day invasion. Part of my remit then was to cover the events both in France and England for Flying magazine.

But more importantly, I had the privilege of interviewing and flying with members of the D-Day Squadron, the collective of which had just flown a coterie of Douglas DC-3 and C-47 variants across the North Atlantic to be part of the memorial displays. Back then, the group formed in coordination and with the support of the Tunison Foundation, which at that time operated Placid Lassie, a restored C-47. The foundation made it logistically possible for Placid Lassie to make not only the crossing but also keep to a busy schedule of events and airshows throughout that year and beyond.

Following that incredible year, the DC-3 Society was born, with a mission to create a true stewardship for the DC-3 type, with a charge to educate, support, and maintain the flying Douglas DC-3s and their extensive model series into the future. With an estimated 150 DC-3s and variants still flying, that’s an important pursuit.

Now, on the 89th anniversary of the DC-3’s first flight in 1935 in Santa Monica, the D-Day Squadron is poised to make a solo flight of its own. With a nod of thanks to the foundation, as of January 2025, the Squadron will stand separately, ready to carry on the mission.

Eric Zipkin, board president of the Tunison Foundation, served as chief pilot for the 2019 and 2024 D-Day Squadron missions to Normandy. “We’re excited for the future of the DC-3 Society, especially continuing to operate this type of aircraft in our current climate,” Zipkin said in a release. “It’s imperative we have a structured member organization looking out for our best interests and needs.”

The DC-3 Society will continue to be led by executive director Lyndse Costabile, and its standalone 501(c)3 status will soon be official. The Society will focus on the Squadron’s programming and platforms, while the Squadron will focus on flying displays commemorating the DC-3. “We know the D-Day Squadron is globally recognized, that’s no secret,” said Costabile. “It’s become a symbol to many in celebrating the Grand Dame, the legendary DC-3 and all those who crewed and maintained her.”

“That is why we must highlight the DC-3 Society to ensure longevity of our programs, membership resources and continuing to celebrate all that the DC-3 has accomplished in war and in peace,” Costabile added. Those programs include a favorite of mine, the Young Historians, which encourages the next generation to study and understand the airplane and the extensive role it has played in global history, from its airline days, to World War II, to the Vietnam War, and to the present day in cargo and transport operations.

“We know with the DC-3 Society there is a place for our younger generation to help tell the stories of the Greatest Generation, our heroes too humble to even consider themselves heroes, ” said Henry Simpson, pilot and founding member of the Young Historian’s Program based in the UK. “I am looking forward to our role to help lead the society’s education and outreach programming, continuing our mission to serve, honor and pay tribute to veterans.”

We’re here to fully support the next mission, which includes a string of 90th anniversary events across the U.S. and Europe in 2025. Want to join in? Follow the DC-3 Society website and social channels.

Django Studios designed the logo for the 90th anniversary campaign in 2025 for the Douglas DC-3. [Courtesy of the DC-3 Society]

Sun ‘n Fun Day Two

Day Two of the Sun ‘n Fun Aerospace Expo brought more sun… but also special connections and two new perspectives on the show.

First, my cousin Nolan joined us for the day. He’s an aspiring pilot just starting lessons and seeks a career in the industry. So, we toured the grounds, talking with a wide range of friends in roles at a broad spectrum of aviation companies.

He learned how to cleco in a rivet at the Daher booth in the Future ‘n Flight Career Fair, he tested out the new Bose Corporation A30s, and climbed up into the D-Day Squadron’s “Placid Lassie” on the warbird ramp. His take? You can translate a pilot certificate and that knowledge into so many professional paths in aviation. Indeed!

We also did a big loop of the flight lines with my longtime friend Patrick Gordon who has devoted his investment in pilot mental health to working in the HIMS program for Frontier, assisting pilots of any commercial background in getting their medical certificates back, especially in recovery. Thank you Patrick for all you and your peers at ALPA are doing to support pilots when they need it most.

Third, there was the night airshow… it’s becoming a tradition to join friends at Cirrus for a bite and a beer on the flight line before adjourning to the party (with hats!) at Whelen Aerospace Technologies and say hi to the Mike Goulian Aerosports team… thank you Mike and Karen and Nate for a special evening.

Where Honest Vision Was Born

We’d traveled to Santa Monica on the day before, to celebrate the 75th anniversary of the DC-3’s first flight. Because the weather on the actual day, December 17, 2010, threatened low clouds and rain, we planned to fly with a friend in Betsy’s Biscuit Bomber, a C-47 based in Paso Robles, on the afternoon of the 16th, from the Santa Monica Airport at 3:30 pm, to match the time that Carl Cover first took a Douglas Sleeper Transport to the skies in 1935.

But we had time to kill—a dangerous thing for a pilot crew—so I told my pals Dan and Matt that we’d drive down San Vicente Boulevard, so that we could see the house that Donald Douglas had designed and built, in 1927, for his family. Well, what we *could* see of it, hidden behind its long stucco walls.

We parked and walked along the sidewalk to the front gate, which had been braced with the Olde English style lamps that Doug favored. I peered through a crack…you couldn’t really see a thing from the road. “Should we see if anyone’s there?” said Dan. I hesitated. It never occured to me to ring the bell, to disturb whoever lived there. But it was early afternoon on a weekday—so in my mind, no one was likely to answer.

But someone did. And introducing himself as the house manager, the man asked what we wanted. Dan told him we were in town to celebrate the DC-3, that we knew the house as Doug’s own. And next thing we knew, the gate parted, opening onto a drive down which strolled Douglas, the kind estate manager, who offered to show us around.

I was stunned, not believing our luck. Jim Douglas, Doug’s son, had told me that he hadn’t seen inside the house since it was sold, following his parents’ divorce, in the mid 1950s.

We walked past the rose garden and around the back into the living room. The house was overjoyed with Christmas decorations, lending it a timeless, enchanted feeling. Douglas detailed the restoration work that the owner had completed—she was a native to the neighborhood, and most everything in the house was still original, as the only intermediate owner died without any money to remodel or fix things up.

He introduced us to the kitchen, the dining room, and the lounge, complete with its own pine-clad bar set into the wall. He showed us where the fallout shelter had been, and where Doug’s shop once stood—it was now an intimate movie theater, where once Doug had built models and tinkered with inventions with his children.

Finally, we stood in what had been Doug’s study, and I took in its somber, yet inviting warmth. I imagined his books lining the shelves—knowing that he kept special ones locked away in a hidden cupboard. I asked Douglas if he’d found it, and he smiled. Yes, and he showed us where it was—exactly where my eyes had been. It was the most logical place, but somehow, also, it made sense to me in a different way. I understood a little bit more that day about the man who led his company to create the DC-3.

He came home to his study each day during those years between 1932 and 1936, when the development of the Douglas Commercial line hit full stride, and came to a milestone with the entry into service of American’s first DST in 1936. Douglas had set out a leather-bound folder on the desk, with Doug’s initials (DWD) embossed in gilt on the front cover. Inside were a series of professional photos, shot dramatically in black and white—they were staged for an issue of Architectural Digest that neither Douglas nor I have been able to locate. These were used to help the owner restore the home to its period state.

But more so than that, they confirmed that where we stood resembled very closely the home in which Doug lived while the DC-3 came to life in the factory over in Santa Monica’s Clover Field municipal airport. I breathed in every bit of those rooms that I could, knowing that someday I would write more about this intriguing man’s life.

That was eight years ago, of course. So this year, I’m proud to wish a Happy 83rd Birthday to the DC-3, and raise a toast to 2018 during which that biography, “Honest Vision: The Donald Douglas Story,” came to life.

The Douglas C-47 Miss Virginia at Oshkosh 2018. Photo by Stephen Yeates.