The 'Cheap' British SMG | 156,000 Men. One Victoria Cross. And The £2 Weapon That Won It.

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[00:00:00]His name was Stanley Hollis. He was 31 years old. He was the son of an ironworks laborer from Loftus in North Yorkshire. And at 7:32 on the morning of the 6th of June, 1944, he was a company sergeant major in the Green Howards walking up a beach in Normandy with 156,000 other Allied soldiers. And by the end of that morning, he would be the only man awarded the Victoria Cross on the most significant day of the entire Second World War.

[00:00:26]Not an officer, not a career soldier from a military family, a lorry driver, a merchant seaman before the war, a man who had left school at 14 in a Yorkshire steel town and had no particular reason to be the person the history books would single out from 156,000 men who crossed that water on the same morning. And yet the Victoria Cross Committee, the body that decides which acts of the entire war are extraordinary enough to justify the highest military honor Britain can give, looked at everything that happened on D-Day and gave one. One Victoria Cross for the whole invasion. And the man they gave it to was Stanley Hollis.

[00:01:02]This is the story of what he did on Gold Beach at 7:32 on the morning of the 6th of June, the rifle he carried, the moment it became the wrong weapon for what he needed, and the question that has sat at the edge of D-Day history ever since, whether one Victoria Cross was anywhere near enough for what ordinary men did [music] that morning.

[00:01:18]To understand what Stanley Hollis walked into at 7:32, you need to understand what D-Day actually was at ground level.

[00:01:25]Not the maps, not the strategic overview, not the clean lines of the history books, but what it felt like to be a man stepping off a landing craft onto a beach that had been designed in meticulous German detail to kill him before he reached the seawall.

[00:01:39]Gold Beach was 5 mi of sand on the Normandy coast assigned to the British 50th Infantry Division. The Germans had spent 4 years building the Atlantic Wall, a continuous fortification of concrete bunkers, machine gun nests, artillery positions, and anti-tank obstacles stretching from Norway to the Spanish border. At Gold Beach, the fortifications had been built into the dunes and the buildings of the coastal villages, turning every house and every rise in the ground into a firing position. The men coming off the landing craft at 7:30 in the morning were moving toward positions that had fields of fire covering every yard of beach they had to cross.

[00:02:14]The plan called for the beach obstacles to be cleared, the German positions neutralized by naval bombardment, and the infantry to advance in controlled waves behind armored support. The plan began breaking down before the first man hit the water. The naval bombardment had missed most of the concrete positions.

[00:02:29]The shells had overshot inland, and the bunkers were intact. The specialized armored vehicles designed to lead the infantry had founded in the sea conditions. The men of the Green Howards who came ashore in the first wave at Gold Beach walked into the fire of positions that were supposed to have been destroyed and found armored support that was not there.

[00:02:47]Company Sergeant Major Stanley Hollis had seen combat before June 1944. He had fought at Dunkirk in 1940, and been evacuated from the beach. He had fought in North Africa. He had fought in Sicily. He was not a man who was encountering German fire for the first time at Gold Beach. He was a man with four years of war behind him, who knew exactly how bad the situation was as he moved off the beach and into the village of Ver-sur-Mer, and who kept moving forward anyway.

[00:03:12]At 7:32 in the morning, leading his men through the village, Hollis saw a German pillbox, a concrete gun emplacement that had not been cleared. It was positioned to fire down the lane his men were moving through. The men behind him were exposed. The position was intact, and Stanley Hollis, without being ordered, without waiting for support, made the decision that separated him from 156,000 men who were on that beach on the same morning. The rifle in Hollis's hands that morning was the Lee-Enfield No. 4, the weapon the British Army had carried through two world wars, the bolt action that German soldiers at Mons in 1914 had mistaken for machine gun fire, the rifle that had served the British infantry since 1895, and would continue serving until 1957. Soldiers called it the Smelly from the SMLE designation it had carried in its earlier variants, and every man who had carried it through the desert and the jungle and the mountains of the last four years trusted it with something close to the particular loyalty that men develop for the instrument that has kept them alive.

[00:04:10]At 300 yards, the Lee-Enfield was the finest infantry rifle in the world. A trained British soldier could produce 15 aimed rounds in 60 seconds, the Mad Minute, at that exceeded every bolt-action competitor and matched the practical output of some semi-automatic weapons. At 300 yards with a trained man behind it, the Lee-Enfield was dominant in a way that no other rifle of the era could challenge.

[00:04:35]Stanley Hollis was not at 300 yards. He was at 30.

[00:04:39]The German pillbox was 30 yards away. In the confined lanes of a Normandy village, in the smoke and noise of an active beach assault, with men behind him who would be caught in the pillbox's fire if he hesitated, 30 yards was not a sniping distance. 30 yards was the distance a man could sprint in under 5 seconds. And a Lee-Enfield, 4 ft long, bolt-action, designed for the open [music] engagement distances of infantry warfare, was not built for what happened next.

[00:05:05]Hollis dropped the Lee-Enfield. He picked up a Sten, the Woolworth's gun, soldiers called it because it cost less than a pair of boots and looked exactly like something you could buy in a variety store, and he ran. The Sten gun was everything the Lee-Enfield was not.

[00:05:18]Cheap, it cost approximately 2 lb 10 shillings to manufacture, less than a pair of boots. Ugly, a length of steel tube with a magazine sticking out sideways and no pretension to craftsmanship. Unreliable enough that soldiers gave it names that cannot be repeated here, and reliable enough that it had armed the resistance movements of occupied Europe when nothing else was available. It fired 9-mm ammunition from a 32-round magazine at 550 rounds per minute. Fast, close, brutal, and nothing like the precision instrument that British infantry doctrine was built around.

[00:05:51]The fact that Hollis reached for a Sten rather than the Lee-Enfield at the moment that mattered most says something important about what infantry combat actually was on D-Day. Not the choreographed advance of doctrine, but the improvised, close-quarters, terrifying reality of men in lanes and ditches and buildings at distances where the most celebrated rifle in British military history was the wrong tool for the job. The Lee-Enfield had defined British infantry for half a century, and in the most important moment of the most important morning of the war, the man who would become the only VC of D-Day set it aside.

[00:06:26]At 7:32 in the morning of the 6th of June, 1944, Company Sergeant Major Stanley Hollis of the Green Howards ran toward a German pillbox firing a Sten gun alone. Across 30 yards of open ground under fire, he reached the pillbox. He fired through the aperture.

[00:06:42]He went around the side. He went [music] in. He took 30 prisoners by himself and cleared the position that had been holding up his company's advance. And then, >> [music] >> the same morning, moved on.

[00:06:54]Later that day, in a field outside the village of Crepon, Hollis saw two of his men pinned behind a field gun by German fire. He took a Bren gun, not the Lee-Enfield, another weapon, whatever came to hand, attacked the German position, drew the fire to himself, and kept firing until his men could get out.

[00:07:10]He was shot at from a range that should have killed him. He kept [music] firing.

[00:07:13]His men escaped. He walked back to his lines.

[00:07:17]156,000 Allied soldiers landed in Normandy on the 6th of June, 1944. The Victoria Cross Committee reviewed every documented act of valor from the entire invasion, from every beach, every unit, every moment of that morning and the days that followed, and awarded one Victoria Cross for the whole of D-Day.

[00:07:39]One.

[00:07:42]They gave it to a lorry driver from Middlesbrough who had left school at 14, whose father worked in an ironworks, who had been a merchant seaman before the war, who had no particular military pedigree or family connection to the officer class, who had simply, on the morning of the most important day of the war, run toward a German pillbox with a Sten gun because it needed doing and he was the man standing there. [music] His citation reads, "For outstanding bravery during the assault on Gold Beach." That is what the Victoria Cross Committee found to say about a man who cleared a pillbox single-handed and rescued two pinned soldiers on the same morning. Outstanding bravery, as though that phrase in any way captures what Stanley Hollis did at 7:32 on the 6th of June, 1944. The men Hollis saved from behind the field gun walked off Gold Beach that morning because of what he did. The men behind him in the lane at 7:32 walked through the village because the pillbox he cleared was no longer firing. Every step they took after that moment, [music] every mile they covered through Normandy, every day of the campaign that followed began with what one company sergeant major did alone on a June morning with a Sten gun and no particular reason to survive it.

[00:08:52]The Sten was never celebrated. It was never given a regimental history or a place of honor in the official account of what won the war. It was a manufacturing solution to a crisis, a weapon designed to be produced in quantity when Britain had almost nothing left to fight with, handed to men who needed something to fire and ask no questions about its elegance or its pedigree. It armed the French resistance. It armed the Dutch resistance. It armed the Norwegian resistance. It was in the hands of every special operations soldier dropped behind enemy lines in occupied Europe.

[00:09:21]And on the morning of the 6th of June, 1944, it was in the hands of the only man who won the Victoria Cross for the whole of D-Day. Not the rifle that defined an era, the gun that cost less than a pair of boots. Stanley Hollis died on the 12th of February, 1972, aged 59. He had gone back to work as a lorry driver after the war. He ran a pub in Middlesbrough for a time. He was not celebrated in the way the history might suggest, not wealthy, not famous beyond the military community that knew what he had done. [music] A working man from a steel town who had been the only VC of D-Day and then gone home and lived his life.

[00:09:56]His Victoria Cross is at the Green Howards Museum in Richmond, North Yorkshire. You can visit it today. The Sten gun he carried into that pillbox, the Woolworths gun, the two-pound weapon that cost less than a pair of boots, is in collections across Britain, in the Imperial War Museum in London and the Royal Armouries in Leeds. And Gold Beach itself is still there, on the Normandy coast between Arromanches and Ver-sur-Mer. The sand, the seawall, the remains of the German fortifications that were supposed to hold the Atlantic Wall, anyone can walk it. Anyone can stand at the point where the lane from the beach meets the village of Ver-sur-Mer and look at the distance from that spot to where the pillbox stood.

[00:10:34]30 yards. That is the distance between the most ordinary man on D-Day and the only Victoria Cross the invasion produced.

[00:10:43]156,000 men, one Victoria Cross. The question the committee could not answer, and the question that anyone who has ever read the D-Day accounts in any detail finds themselves coming back to, is not whether Stanley Hollis deserved it. He did. The question is whether one was enough, whether everything that happened on Gold Beach and Omaha and Sword and Juno and Utah on the morning of the 6th of June 1944, every act of impossible courage by men who had no particular reason to be brave and were anyway, produced only one moment worthy of the highest honor Britain can give.

[00:11:16]The committee said yes. Stanley Hollis said nothing publicly about it. And the men who were behind him in that lane at 7:32, the men who walked through the pillbox he cleared, the men who got out of the field because he drew the fire to himself, they went home after the war and mostly said nothing either, because that is what ordinary men from Yorkshire steel towns do. If this video meant something to you, share it with someone who would appreciate it. And if you haven't subscribed yet, we'd love to have you. There's a lot more still to come.

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