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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Jan 16 , 2026
Ernest Evans stood on the bridge of USS Samuel B. Roberts as hell rained from the sky. Flames kissed metal; enemy shells screamed overhead, tearing through the ocean and steel alike. Alone, outgunn...
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Jan 09 , 2026
He stood on the bridge of the USS Samuel B. Roberts, surrounded by smoke and fire, knowing the enemy fleet outgunned him ten to one. Torpedoes screamed over the water as shells tore through steel a...
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Jan 05 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of USS Johnston as hell broke loose off Samar. The sea boiled with fire and steel, and every shot echoed the grim song of death. He didn't flinch. Not once. His ...
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Jan 03 , 2026
A destroyer cutting through chaos, flinging her last volleys into an ocean painted red by fire and death. Ernest E. Evans stood on deck of USS Johnston, his eyes dead-set on oblivion. Japanese batt...
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