Nov 22 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of USS Johnston, eyes burning through early dawn haze. On 25 October 1944, the roar of destruction closed in—Japanese battleships and cruisers loomed, bigger, de...
(0) Comments
Nov 22 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of USS Samuel B. Roberts as hell rained down. Torpedoes pierced the sea. Explosions tore at the hull. Enemy battleships and cruisers loomed—giants armed to crush...
(0) Comments
Nov 21 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of USS Samuel B. Roberts, eyes burning with resolve, knowing death circled like hungry sharks. The sea turned red with fire and steel. Against overwhelming odds,...
(0) Comments
Nov 21 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of USS Samuel B. Roberts, a 1,200-ton destroyer escort, staring down a sea dark with death and steel. Before him, a Japanese fleet loomed—battleships, cruisers, ...
(0) Comments
Nov 21 , 2025
The decks shuddered beneath relentless fire. Smoke clawed the sky. Outnumbered, outgunned, but never outmatched. Captain Ernest E. Evans stood firm on the bridge of USS Johnston. Around him, chaos ...
(0) Comments
Nov 20 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stared down the storm of steel and fire with a calm forged in hell. A single destroyer, the USS Johnston, threw itself into the maw of a Japanese battleship fleet. No retreat. No qu...
(0) Comments