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
Ernest E. Evans stood alone on the bridge of USS Johnston, outgunned and outnumbered, staring down a Japanese task force three times his ship’s size. The deafening roar of explosions around him did...
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Nov 18 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood alone on the bridge of USS Johnston, surrounded by chaos—enemy cruisers and battleships looming like death itself. The roar of gunfire hammered the steel beneath his feet. His...
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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 stood alone on the bridge of the USS Samuel B. Roberts as hell broke loose around him. Enemy warships—giants in steel and fire—closed in, swallowing the horizon. His destroyer escor...
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