This was the first time in many years that all the Ratzenhofer brothers (with the exception of Egon, who was killed in the Boer War) assembled for a afternoon of frivolity.
We all grew silent as Gebhard, the wisest of the brothers, begin to speak in his solemn tone. He said, "Boys, we've raised a lot of hell on this planet in our days, bed down a lot of lasses, drank beer until it seeped from our pores, but the days, for me at least, our drawing to a close. I have been diagnosed with lycanthrophy and am not expected to live beyond another thirty years."
Silence. We all fidgeted and then something happened. For the first time in the history of the Ratzenhofer family..... we hugged. We hugged like a bunch of friggin women. All of the Ratzenhofer brothers in a big circle, arms around each other, sobbing, hugging, clutching, groping.
It was a special moment.
Then, we took our portrait. Probably, like I said earlier, the last time that this "Band of Brothers" are seen as one.
Bottom row, left to right: Hans, Gebhard, Vilhelm, myself, Adolph.
Back row: Adalbert, LeRoy, Joseph
Thanks for looking.
I believe, gustav was ther incognito
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Kris and Dasha - badass riot grrrls on the Lower East Side~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
