Memories of Malcolm and Marching

Decent Obsessions Bernard, thank you for those school memories from the 60's. They mirror many of my own. Marching in complex formations on hot asphalt. Standing straight to attention. If we weren't we had to put our hands on heads. I recall the assemblies, the 'old' anthem and walking home in gruelling heat. My memories also swarm to awards given out at the assembly. I strived to stand straight to attention to merit an award. It went to a neighbours boy, named Malcolm. I could not comprehend why. Years alter I worked through that they had an horrific home life. Frequent loud and ugly arguments were heard. It was an encouragement award for one who really had it tough. For one who not only had to study, but survive the disintegration of a family. It has me wondering after all these years, what became of Malcolm?