The most famous 'Malta Convoy': A campaign & long service pair to a survivor of the sinking of the aircraft carrier HMS Eagle 'Operation Pedestal': Chief Petty Officer (A.) F. C. Glanville, Fleet Air Arm, Royal Navy

- NGSM 1915-62. 'Palestine 1936-39' (P/JX. 131121 F. C. Glanville, A.B., R.N.)
- Naval LS&GC. GVI issue (JX. 131121 F. C. Glanville, P.O., H.M.S. Ceylon)

Note: The Naval LS&GC with minor official correction to surname - and fairly typical thus for this particular medal issue

Medals verification: The Naval General Service with clasp & Long Service Medals both entered on his 'Service Sheet' as under:

- NGSM with clasp: Traced (for service aboard H.M.S. Antelope, 1936)
- Naval Long Service & Good Conduct Medal: Traced 24 May 1945

Operation Pedestal & Survival of the Sinking of the aircraft carrier 'H.M.S Eagle': Having seen active service off Palestine in H.M.S. Antelope, he joined the aircraft carrier Eagle in the summer of 1939 and remained likewise employed up until her loss in Operation "Pedestal" on 12 August 1942. Prior to that memorable convoy, Eagle had assisted in the delivery of numerous fighter aircraft to the besieged island, in addition to coming under fire at the battle of Calabria in July 1940

'PEDASTEL' - LOSS OF THE 'EAGLE'

H.M.S. 'Eagle' was assigned to the protection of 'Pedestal' with her fellow carriers 'Victorious' and 'Indomitable'. She carried 16 Sea Hurricanes of 801 and 813 Squadrons as well as four reserve aircraft for the operation. On the early afternoon of 11 August, 'Eagle' was hit by four torpedoes from the German submarine 'U-73', commanded by Helmut Rosenbaum, and sank within four minutes, 70 miles south of Cape Salinas. Losses in the sinking comprised 131 officers and ratings. Four Sea Hurricanes from 801 were aloft when the ship was torpedoed, and they landed on other carriers; the remaining sixteen went down with the ship

George Amyes - a fellow crew-mate of the recipient - was serving with the Fleet Air Arm in Eagle at the time of her loss:

'I was standing in the shade of No.1 starboard 6-inch gun, fifty feet above the waterline. The Eagle shuddered with four distinct lurches. For some reason I thought we had hit a school of whales! The deck tilted under my feet and to my astonishment I saw a pair of seaboots flying through the air and disappear overboard. These were followed by other pieces of debris and as the ship began to list I realised that we were in serious trouble.

Loose fittings began to clatter around. Frightened voices shouted and men began to stream up from the lower decks to reach higher positions. Bodies were already floundering in the water below. And the wake of the Eagle had developed a distinct curve as the vessel pulled out of line. The rhythmic throb of the main engines died away and the ship slewed further around rapidly keeling over.

Looking over the side I was amazed to see that the green slimed bulge of the torpedo blister was above the surface of the water (Designed to withstand a charge of 750 per square inch, the torpedo blister was supposed to deflect the force of underwater explosions and preserve the hull of the ship).

I never did hear the order to abandon ship, but when I saw marines jumping from the flight deck, hurtling past the gundeck, and hitting the rising torpedo blister, as the ship keeled over, I really did begin to get worried. Less than two minutes had past, and the marines that had smashed themselves to jelly when they jumped had already slithered away leaving behind a blood-streaked trail of slime.

I clambered through the rails, and suddenly I too was sitting on the torpedo blister. Two ratings were already there, terrified, they could not swim. An officer slid between the two ratings and shouted, "Now is your time to learn," and with a rating beneath each arm he dived into the sea. I never saw them again.

Taking a deep breath I blew up my inflatable lifebelt which was a permanent part of our dress when we were afloat. Remembering our survival lectures, I hurriedly kicked off my deck shoes, pushed myself away and before I could think I was upside down 20 feet under the water and frantically holding my breath whist I looked around for a lighter colour in my surroundings that would indicate the surface. The next few seconds seemed like a lifetime and as I broke through to the surface my throat and chest seemed to explode with relief.

When I was able to think, I heard someone shouting, "Get the charges". "Oh my God!" I thought. The depth charges for the aircraft, were they primed? My horizon from wave level was limited. Eagle was just a bulge in my vision. Then she was gone. My throat filled with bile, and as I looked around my small watery world I saw other frightened faces and suddenly I did not feel quite so lonely. "Swim away from the ship, depth charges, suction, the boilers will explode!"

All these things went through my brain, but where was the ship? Which was the way to swim? Swim! Swim! Swim! The sea suddenly boiled; an unbelievable crushing pressure stunned my senses, and I spun around in the water like a toy and when I could think again I was once more in my own little watery world.

Something bumped into me from behind; it was "Stripey", the twelve-year service man who was the "Daddy" of our messdeck, but something was wrong. His face was discoloured, his eyes staring, and he was flopping uncontrollably in the water. I grabbed for him, and my clutch slithered down his torso, and suddenly there was nothing but mush. From the waist down he was just offal, sliced in half, and gone. Panic stricken I pushed him away and felt my stomach heaving uncontrollably. We drifted apart … '

Frederick Glanville - who likewise witnessed just such traumatic scenes - survived the ordeal!

Frederick Charles Glanville was a native of, Landport, Portsmouth, Hampshire, England, where he was born on, 30 July 1912.He joined the Royal Navy straight from school, being described as a 'Greenwich School Boy' (the original purpose of the Royal Hospital School, Greenwich, was as a school to provide assistance and education to the orphans of seafarers in the Royal and Merchant Navies). Frederick joined the Royal Navy on, 27 November 1927, at which time he was rated as a 'Boy 2nd Class'. He subsequently qualified for the Naval General Service Medal for services off Palestine in H.M.S. Antelope, 1936-1937. After an extensive Naval career, in which he had survived the destruction of an aircraft carrier in the most famous of all the Malta Convoy's vide 'Operation Pedestal', Chief Petty Officer Frederick Charles Glanville was finally pensioned ashore, in 1953. Frederick Glanville is recorded to have died at his home in Portsmouth, England, on, 18 July 1989

Sold together with soft-copy of the recipient's extant service sheets that will be forward to the buyer by email attachment

A most desirable Malta Convoy & Fleet Air Arm survivor of the sinking of the aircraft carrier H.M.S. Eagle. medal pair

Condition: About EF

Code: 22397