Jan 25 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of USS Johnston as the Pacific dawn broke. The air was thick with smoke and salt. Enemy warships loomed—battleships, cruisers, dozens strong. But he wouldn’t bud...
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Jan 25 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of the USS Johnston, eyes burning with resolve. Hell roared all around him—planes screaming, shells screaming louder. The enemy was a fleet ten times their size,...
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Jan 24 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of USS Samuel B. Roberts—a 1,200-ton destroyer escort against a fleet heavy with Japanese battleships, carriers, and cruisers. The horizon broke in fire and smok...
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Jan 23 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans stood on the deck of the USS Samuel B. Roberts. The sky was ablaze with tracer fire. Enemy shells screamed overhead. His destroyer escort was outgunned, outmatched, alone. But Evans...
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Jan 23 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans stood alone on the bridge of the USS Johnston, eyes locked on a horizon burning with fire and death. Enemy warships poured overwhelming steel down on his 1,400-ton destroyer—twelve ...
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Jan 23 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of his destroyer, USS Johnston, as the Japanese fleet loomed like a steel leviathan on the horizon. The roar of battle was deafening, the night thick with gunfir...
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