Sad to see this, hope it can be repaired.
Last flight I had in one was back in '70s, sidesaddle from Bougainville to Honiara. Pilots were twin brothers who had been QF apprentices a couple of years ahead of me.
As an apprentice in about 1963, I saw a poem about DC3s. All I can remember are the last two lines:
"They'll still be making bloody dough
When other planes no longer fly."
Does anyone have the whole poem?