This is 4 sections of mag allow engine case all burnt from the fire when the plane was hit from RAF Hurricane lost over Malta . The sections which still retain some original colour have melted in the heat of the fire they have ripped and bent of the plane during the impact of the crash and fire they are 2-4 inches long in size and have been very nicely cleaned and are perfect to display or for any collection. The parts come from RAF Hurricane V7731 shot down on the 16th February 1941 over Malta .A very nice and rare relic from a battle of Malta RAF Hurricane which comes with a A5 laminated information card with pictures and combat report.
RAF Hurricane V7731; Pilot Flight Lieutenant James Archibald Findlay MacLachlan. The plane was shot down at 10.45 am on the 16th February 1941 over Malta.
Hurricane V7731 attached to 261 squadron was shot by ace Joachim Muncheberg in Messerschmitt ME109; it was his 26th victory. The plane crashed near Venezia on Malta. Maclachlan bailed out, badly wounded, from the Hurricane.
Below is part of the combat report on this action.
On the morning of 16 February 1941 261 Squadron engaged with Messerschmitt 109s over Malta. After careful manoeuvring the pilot managed to get onto the tail of a Messerschmitt 109 but neglected to check his own 6 o’clock position. The pilot reported that he was hit by cannon fire which shattered his engine and cockpit. ‘My left arm began bleeding profusely and ceased to function. I managed to remove my helmet and radio equipment and slide back the canopy and jump out. I gave up trying to reach for my ripcord, assuming it must have been shot off. I had almost given up altogether’. MacLachlan claimed the thought of his mother reading the telegram informing her that he had been killed in action spurred him on to try once again. ‘I struggled and found the ripcord and deployed my parachute. Exhausted I landed in someone's garden and lay there intending to "die quietly". This, however, was not to be. ‘Scarcely had I got myself fairly comfortable and closed my eyes, when I heard the sound of people running. I hurriedly tried to think up some famous last words to give my public, but never had a chance to utter them. I was surrounded by a crowd of shouting gesticulating Maltese, who pulled at my parachute, lifted my head and drove me so furious that I had to give up the dying idea in order to concentrate completely on kicking every Maltese who came within range. From what the pongos told me after, I believe I registered some rather effective shots’.