LIKE FATHER LIKE SON

Sons looking for a father missing in action in Viet Nam

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LIKE FATHER LIKE SON                     by JY '86

The father, an American was a career mercenary with the French 
Foreign Legion.  He was involved in the battle for independence from 
French Colonial rule in Indo-Chine in the late 50's and became 
missing-in-action in what became North Viet Nam in the early 60's.    
He left behind a French wife, living in Saigon and two infant sons, 
the boy who related this story to me and his older brother by two 
years.                                                                                                                                      The mother soon returned to France where she raised the two boys.  
Among their family  friends were several retired Legionnaires, ex-
comrades of the father.  From them the boys heard lots of stories 
about their father's many fetes of bravery, AND his famous cock.

Like most Americans, he had been neo-natally circumcised, a fact that 
bothered him to no end.  The legionnaires, with their long history of 
combat with various Moslem groups of North Africa, had a sort of 
E'Spirit D'Corps attitude about their foreskins which they
knew would be lopped off if they ever became captive of Moslems.   
The father compensated for his lack of a foreskin by having a Fleur-
de-lis tattooed on the shaft of his cock and he became famous for it 
among his comrades.  

The boys loved hearing stories about their father and the older 
brother became determined to become a mercenary like his father and 
to get his cock circumcised (both boys were uncircumcised) and 
tattooed just like his father's cock.

In their early teens, the boys began a summer ritual of going to the 
south of France with youth groups to harvest grapes, and on weekends 
they hitchhiked by themselves to Marseilles.  In Marseilles, they 
hung out in the rough waterfront area and haunted the many tattoo 
parlors there.  Eventually, they befriended a tattoo artist in whose 
shop they would sit for hours watching sailors getting tattooed.  
Finally, the older brother let his desire for a Fleur-de-lis on his 
cock be known to the artist who agreed to do it for him at a reduced 
price.  Then the boy let it be known that he wanted to           
circumcised first, so the artist arranged to have a friend who was 
knowledgeable in the art of circumcision come to the studio on a 
Saturday afternoon to circumcise the older brother.  At the last 
minute the older brother got cold feet and expressed concern that    
the circumciser might not do a good job .... so he asked that he 
circumcise his kid brother first so that they could see what kind of 
a job he did.  Thus, unquestioning the wisdom of his older brother, 
the younger brother got circumcised at the tender age of 14         
in a Marseilles tattoo parlor.  He didn't get the tattoo, however, 
for they had only money enough for one Fleur-de-lis which ended up on 
the older brother's cock after he got circumcised.  This is not the 
end of the story! 

Determined to trace the fate of their hero father, the older brother 
traveled to North Viet Nam in the early 70's (during the Viet Namese 
war) with a French relief agency taking food and medical supplies 
there.  He knew several ex-legionnaires who, after marrying Viet 
Namese girls, remained in Hanoi.  Following lead after lead, the 
older brother was finally directed one day to a chemist shop in 
Hanoi.  There in alcohol in a  glass apothecary jar, he observed a 
full set of male genitals, the penis of which was            
circumcised and had a Fleur-de-lis tattoo.

The younger brother said that the last time he heard from his brother 
was a long delayed letter mailed from Hanoi and in the letter the 
older brother exclaimed, "I have found father".  In his letter the 
older brother went on to say that they wouldn't give him the         
bottle of 'family jewels' even after he proved that he was related by 
showing them his own circumcised and tattooed cock .... so he planned 
to steal the jar and return home. The French relief agency that the 
older brother had been with had long before listed him as missing.  
The younger brother then showed me a photo that had been enclosed in 
the envelope along with the older brother's letter.  The photo showed 
not one but two jars, each containing a full set of male genitals 
with the penises circumcised and each having an almost identical 
Fleur-de-lis tattoo on it.


The younger brother told me that someday soon he will be going to 
Hanoi and attempt to retrieve both bottles.  He had just gotten a 
Fleur-de-lis tattoo on his cock when I talked to him and he told me 
this story.  I haven't seen or heard from him since.  I wonder if   
he ever did retrieve those two bottles or if there is now three 
bottles now setting on  display in a chemist shop somewhere in 
Hanoi!!