Nov 26 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood alone. Forty-six Japanese warships bore down on his tiny destroyer escort, USS Johnston (DD-557). Guns blazing, torpedo tubes screaming defiance into the night. Against imposs...
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Nov 26 , 2025
The steel hell screamed around him—fires raged, ships burned, and impossible odds pressed like a noose. Yet Ernest E. Evans stood unbowed, defiant, the heartbeat of a dying flotilla throwing punche...
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Nov 26 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of USS Johnston, eyes fixed on the horizon. The dawn was breaking over Leyte Gulf, but the sky carried the scent of blood before the first shot was fired. Outnum...
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Nov 25 , 2025
The sky cracked open with fire. Explosions shredded the quiet dawn. Commander Ernest E. Evans gripped his wheel, eyes burning with a single truth: We will not yield. Alone among giants, he stood li...
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Nov 25 , 2025
Explosion lights the dawn. The USS Samuel B. Roberts burns in the morning haze—her captain standing on deck, eyes fixed on a fleet eight times their size. Ernest E. Evans will not yield. Not on his...
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Nov 24 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of USS Johnston, eyes burning, steel in his bones. The enemy fleet loomed—seven battleships, four heavy cruisers, six light cruisers, and a swarm of destroyers. ...
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