Jan 20 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans gripped the wheel of his destroyer, USS Johnston, as shells screamed overhead. The Pacific was aflame, Japanese battleships towering like gods of steel and fire. There he stood—alon...
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Jan 20 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans stood alone on the bridge of USS Johnston, the roar of enemy guns drowning out everything but the fire burning in his gut. The sky above Samar was dark with smoke and the screams of...
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Jan 20 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans stood alone on the bridge of USS Samuel B. Roberts. The roar of approaching Japanese battleships filled the dawn mist. His destroyer escort, a mere blip against the monstrous Imperi...
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Jan 19 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans gripped the bridge of the USS Samuel B. Roberts like a man who knew he’d face death before dawn. The sea churned with fire and steel around him. Enemy battleships, cruisers, and des...
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Jan 19 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans stood alone amid a maelstrom of fire. The USS Johnston was crippled, listing, bleeding through her sides. The night air was thick with smoke and the roar of Japanese warships closin...
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Jan 19 , 2026
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of USS Samuel B. Roberts amidst chaos so thick it choked the breath. Jap cruisers and battleships loomed like executioners, guns roaring death. The little Fletch...
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