Jul 23 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans stood on the deck of USS Samuel B. Roberts as the Pacific sun rose blood-red. Enemy battleships and cruisers loomed—heavily armed, monstrous—and his destroyer escort was a single th...
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Jul 23 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans stood alone on a sinking ship, torpedoed, blasted, holding the line against a Japanese armada seven times his force. His destroyer, USS Johnston, burned through the dawn smoke at th...
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Jul 22 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans stood alone in the heart of hell, no armor but his will. A destroyer captain facing a sea of steel and fire. Against impossible odds, he pressed forward. There, in the maelstrom of ...
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Jul 22 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans stood alone on the bridge of USS Samuel B. Roberts, her decks bloodied and battered in the dawn haze of October 25, 1944. Enemy battleships loomed—monsters of firepower and steel, n...
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Jul 19 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans stood alone against a fleet. The sky burned; ships lit up the dark Pacific like dying stars. His destroyer escort, USS John C. Butler (DE-339), was outgunned, outmatched—but never o...
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Jul 19 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans stood alone against a sea of steel and fire. Smoke clawed the sky. Enemy cruisers and battleships bore down, their guns roaring death. His small destroyer, USS Johnston, was bleedin...
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