Nov 11 , 2025
Fire roared like hell, the night around us cracking open. The USS Johnston spat shells at a fleet that should have crushed us. Lieutenant Commander Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge—a lone wolf w...
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Nov 10 , 2025
The Last Light on a Bleeding Sea The USS Evans stood alone. Flames licked the night sky. Across the dark waters, a storm of steel bore down—guns pounding, shells screaming death. Commander Ernest E...
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Nov 10 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of USS Johnston, eyes burning with defiance, as steel giants of the Imperial Japanese Navy bore down. Enemy cruisers and battleships, dwarfed his destroyer but n...
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Nov 10 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of the USS Johnston, a lone figure facing a storm of fire and steel. The air smelled of burning oil, salt, and death. Enemy battleships and cruisers closed in—gi...
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Nov 09 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood at the bow of the USS Samuel B. Roberts, a jagged silhouette carved by smoke and fire. Around him, destruction roared—Japanese battleships loomed like ghosts of war, guns blaz...
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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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