"School stand"......we stood, in silence

Robert was not a brilliant scholar. However, somehow, I passed the 11+ and went to the school I wanted to attend. Aylesbury Grammar School, why? They played rugby, I had never played but watched avidly when the five nations was on BBC. 
The masters all wore gowns, my first Headmaster was Mr Tidmarsh (Tiddles), a don who taught Latin and gave me a love of Romance languages. In the main picture his replacement, Mr K.D. Smith is on the right. KD had ambitions, not personal, he wanted as many boys as possible to attend Oxbridge. He had contacts and many were the lads thankful for his guidance and contacts, they all progressed and went to Oxford or Cambridge. 
To his left is a man who was feared, but to me he was an example and mentor. Mr Lloyd Jones, LJ, had served with the Welsh Guards, he was always immaculate, severe and yet tolerant. I was away one Friday at a County trial as a hockey goalkeeper. On the Monday morning at assembly, just before KD walked in and we all stood, LJ looked in my direction.
“Parry! My office, break.” Oh merde, what had I done this time?
At break I went to his office, “Come in!” 
“Good morning Sir.” Not afraid but curious.
“Robert…”(Robert! What the hell was coming)….”Congratulations, you are the youngest member of School to be awarded his First Team Colours!” He then presented me with my tie. I was overwhelmed, words escaped me. I had missed the formal presentation in front of the whole school at assembly on the previous Friday. Apparently when my name was called out there was thunderous applause, I missed my moment.
“Well, what are you going to do with yourself?”
“I’m going to join the Royal Marines Sir.”
“Good, idea, you could do with the discipline.”
I ran to the bathrooms, took off my old tie and proudly put on my ‘Colours.’ When I entered class there were gasps and congratulations. I couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. This huge man understood me, regularly disciplined me, yet had the knowledge and grace to help me along, it is due to him that Geography is one of my loves. I regret that I never took a Gazelle to Aylesbury and let him see his school from the air.
Alongside LJ is Cyril Glover. An English master of the Old School, he would be appalled if I started a sentence, even now, with ‘and’ or but.’ He gave me a love of the English language.
Next to Cyril is Dennis Lack, “Look up” his first instruction when he took four of us to Oxford as part of an Architecture course. Apparently upon retirement he moved to Australia and made it to 100. 
Behind KD is a black youth, I forget his name, he was just one of us, no racism, no bullying, he was just ‘there.’ He is also wearing colours. Good days, bad days, mostly good. The teachers were the best and gave everything they knew to us. 

The extra is a Meme of Homer Simpson, it demonstrates what is happening to me and makes me laugh.