Nov 19 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans knew the roar of guns could end a man in seconds. But that morning of October 25, 1944, off Samar Island, he stood steady in the eye of hell. His destroyer escort, USS Johnston, was...
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Nov 19 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood alone on the bridge of his destroyer, the USS Johnston, as the horizon bled fire. Enemy ships loomed—battleships, cruisers, carriers—steel monsters twice the size of his fragi...
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Nov 18 , 2025
The last radio call crackled across the Pacific night. “Taffy 3 is gone…” The voice broke, swallowed by the roar of gunfire and the screams of steel. Commander Ernest E. Evans’s ship was burning, s...
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Nov 17 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stared into the maelstrom—a hell-bent sea of fire and steel. The enemy bore down, ships like demons from a nightmare, and his destroyer, USS John C. Butler, was alone. Outgunned, ou...
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Nov 17 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of USS Johnston, the Pacific sunset bleeding red on his face. Guns roared, shells screamed, and every friend aboard braced for death’s knock. Outgunned and outnu...
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Nov 16 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of USS Johnston with death’s shadow already hunting him. The roar of Japanese guns thundered across the yawning sea. Ships burned. Men died around him. He knew t...
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