Nov 30 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood alone against the storm. Flames licked the night sky as enemy cruisers bore down. His ship, the USS Johnston, was battered and bleeding, but he pressed forward. Guns blazing, ...
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Nov 29 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood on the bridge of USS Johnston, the air thick with smoke, the horizon a twisted hellscape of fire and steel. The enemy fleet loomed—Japanese battleships and cruisers, dozens st...
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Nov 24 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood alone on the deck of the USS Johnston, his ship battered and burning. The ocean around him churned with fire and steel. Against impossibility, he charged into the jaws of a Ja...
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Nov 23 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans saw hell in the teeth of his destroyer escort—and answered with a roar. Against a sea darkened by steel and fire, he charged headfirst into a nightmare far beyond any chance of surv...
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Nov 17 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans stood alone on the bridge of the USS Samuel B. Roberts as hell broke loose around him. Enemy warships—giants in steel and fire—closed in, swallowing the horizon. His destroyer escor...
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Nov 16 , 2025
Ernest E. Evans gripped the ship’s wheel like it was the last thread between life and death. Through dense fog and chaos, the USS Johnston plunged headlong into hell—a single destroyer against a Ja...
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