Nov 09 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans sat on the bridge of the USS Johnston, shotgun ready, eyes fixed on the horizon bleeding fire and steel. The enemy was a tidal wave, overwhelming and merciless. He knew this fight w...
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Nov 08 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood alone on the bridge of USS Samuel B. Roberts. The sea churned like hell around him. Four enemy battleships. Six Japanese cruisers. A swarm of destroyers. They outgunned him. O...
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Nov 08 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of USS Johnston as shells screamed overhead. The air smelled of burning steel and smoke that choked the lungs. Enemy battleships loomed like gods of war, twice t...
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Nov 07 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood alone amid the roaring chaos. His ship, USS Johnston, a small destroyer escort, was battered, listing, bleeding fuel and fire against a tidal wave of steel and fury. The enemy...
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Nov 07 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood on the deck of USS Samuel B. Roberts, his ship bruised, battered, and bleeding oil under a blood-red sky. Around him, the shouts and thunder of naval war framed a desperate la...
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Nov 06 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood alone on the bridge of USS Johnston, his ship a single thorn stabbing into the monstrous Japanese fleet. Flames licked the sky. Shells tore through steel around him. His voice...
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