Dec 02 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood on his bridge, eyes locked on the horizon, knowing death was coming. Ships larger than his small destroyer escort loomed like gods of war from the enemy fleet—hundreds of tons...
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Nov 30 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood alone against the storm. Flames licked the night sky as enemy cruisers bore down. His ship, the USS Johnston, was battered and bleeding, but he pressed forward. Guns blazing, ...
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Nov 30 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of USS Samuel B. Roberts, the thunder of enemy shells drumming across the sea. His destroyer escort was a pebble against a tidal wave of Japanese battleships and...
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Nov 29 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of USS Johnston, the air thick with smoke, the horizon a twisted hellscape of fire and steel. The enemy fleet loomed—Japanese battleships and cruisers, dozens st...
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Nov 29 , 2025
The sea churned with fire and iron—the ghostly shape of USS Samuel B. Roberts charging headlong into the jaws of death. Captain Ernest E. Evans stood on that bridge, facing a fleet ten times his st...
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Nov 29 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood alone on the bridge of the USS Johnston, eyes sharp, heart steady, as a fleet of Japanese warships loomed on the horizon. There was no room for hesitation—not in this hellstor...
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