Welcome to our slash pro revenge, where we had the epic story of a corrupt mayor versus a World

War II veteran. Our next red post is from Mace Valve. I've got one gym of a story that my

grandfather told me about his hometown after he came back from World War II. At the end of World

War II, thousands of troops were heading home, starting new families, and went to move out of the

city. There was a major housing boom all around the county. People couldn't move out of the city

fast enough, and developers couldn't build homes fast enough either. There was a ton of money

to be made in the construction business, which led to some underhanded building practices.

One such practice was starting construction before even buying the land, enter my grandfather.

After serving as a pilot during the war, he came home to a very different town. When my grandfather

went off to fight in 1942, the town that he described leaving was tired and worn down.

But to his amazement, the town that he stepped off the train in 1948 too was anything but

newly paved roads, a traffic light, and new homes. The new homes just went on and on.

He actually got lost on his way back to the family farm due to the new main road being

rerouted while he was away. But what took him by surprise the most was the new development being

built on his neighbor John's property, who was his childhood friend. This was surprising to him,

mainly because he knew how much that tree farm meant to John and his family. That tree farm

went back at least two generations. But my grandpa just guessed that the developer made John's

family an offer that was too good to refuse. However, that thought was shot down later that

evening during his welcome home dinner back home. It was my great grandmother who tipped him off

that something was wrong here. He couldn't recall exactly what she said, but it was something

along the lines of, oh, I just wish John was still alive to be here. My grandpa nearly choked,

not because of the news, but because John wasn't dead. He was still in Hawaii. My grandpa had

...