Dec 25 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood on the battered bridge of USS Johnston, eyes locked on the horizon. The dark sea was anything but empty. Outnumbered enemy battleships, cruisers, and destroyers closed in like...
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Dec 24 , 2025
The sea broke under a storm of steel. Against a typhoon of fire and fury, one destroyer fought as if it were a leviathan itself. The USS Johnston hounded the enemy force like a cornered wolf. At th...
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Dec 23 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood at the bridge of the USS Samuel B. Roberts as dawn broke over the Philippine Sea. Enemy battleships loomed on the horizon, monstrous and merciless. Outgunned. Outmatched. But ...
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Dec 23 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood alone against a tide of steel and fire. His little destroyer escort, the USS Johnston, was battered, burning, and outgunned. Yet his voice cut through the chaos, rallying his ...
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Dec 22 , 2025
The sky turned to fire that morning off Samar. Japanese warships loomed like giants over the tiny American escort carriers and their sparse escorts. A reckless gamble. An impossible fight. And ther...
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Dec 21 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of USS Johnston, eyes burning into a storm of steel and fire. The Japanese fleet loomed—massive, merciless—and he faced it with a grim certainty. The line was br...
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