From 'Sea of Thunder' by Evan Thomas, a new book about the sea battle of Leyte Gulf
A Japanese destroyer slowly moved in amongst the ship's survivors. About sixty of the crew had been killed in battle and gone down with the ship. Some 270 survivors, many badly wounded, drifted in the oil slicks amidst the flotsam. At first, the men of the Johnston were convinced that they would be machine-gunned or depth-charged as they floated helplessly. Both sides in the bloody Pacific War were known to shoot survivors in the water.
The Japanese warship, flying an enormous Rising Sun battle flag, drew within a hundred yards of the swimmers. Japanese sailors lined the rail. They were not holding guns. Some clapped and laughed, or made a "number one" sign, as if they were mocking the Americans. One tossed a can of tomatoes. Then several of the Johnston's sailors noticed the destroyer captain, in his white uniform, standing on the wing of the bridge. The officer, honoring the Americans' courage, gravely saluted.
The Japanese steamed away. Hagen recalled a sudden silence. Guns were no longer crashing, machinery was no longer roaring, wounded were no longer screaming. They were alone on a vast ocean. Commander Evans was nowhere to be seen. No one had seen him leave the ship. He had simply vanished beneath the waves.




