Dear Aunty JU

Proudly standing skywards with your nose in the wind, gently carried by wings. The three BMW radial engines are music to the ears, an unmistakable sign that a Junkers JU 52 appears. Your corrugated skin is light-weighted and thin but enormously robust to withstand every wind.

You are airborne within a few hundred meters, that is when the modern aircrafts feel dethroned and believe in a malfunction of the thrust lever. Those technically sophisticated planes are equipped with touch screen, it is a dream or the last scream. But your cockpit has hardly changed, it is well-arranged.

During wartime you flew day and night without a trace of fright. Many brave soldiers flew towards an unknown fate. You meant the last connection to entire armies before they had to fight until the bitter end. You brought many wounded soul back, saved lives and reunited the returning soldiers with their loved ones.

There are so many stories to tell. A spectacular one happend in the Swiss avalanche winter (1951) when it was snowing like hell. Aunty JU distributed many relief goods which were dropped by parachute. Wool blankets, bread and even hay for the cattle, a big help to fight against the hard winter battle.

The end of work has never really come because you are so awesome. You are used to long queues because people are so amused by flying with dear Aunty JU. Your success story may never come to an end, you are a beloved flying legend.

Written by Matthias Haenni

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