Jan 23 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans stood on the deck of the USS Samuel B. Roberts. The sky was ablaze with tracer fire. Enemy shells screamed overhead. His destroyer escort was outgunned, outmatched, alone. But Evans...
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Jan 23 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans stood alone on the bridge of the USS Johnston, eyes locked on a horizon burning with fire and death. Enemy warships poured overwhelming steel down on his 1,400-ton destroyer—twelve ...
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Jan 22 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans stood at the helm of USS Johnston, a destroyer no bigger than a toy against a tsunami of steel and fire. The sea was chaos that morning—shells screaming, ships burning, men dying in...
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Jan 19 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of USS Samuel B. Roberts amidst chaos so thick it choked the breath. Jap cruisers and battleships loomed like executioners, guns roaring death. The little Fletch...
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Jan 17 , 2026
The hellfire lit the sky. USS Samuel B. Roberts was a tinderbox, engulfed in a storm of shells. Captain Ernest E. Evans stood on deck—alone against the armada. Every breath burned. Every second pul...
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Jan 17 , 2026
Water boiling in the engine room. Smoke choking the decks. Alarms screaming over the Pacific dawn. Commander Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of USS Johnston, eyes burning into the sea haze, clu...
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