Going to Heaven
A soldier stood at the gates of heaven,
his face was worn and old.
He had come before St Peter for admission to the fold.
"What have you done" St Peter said "to be admitted here?"
"I served in the Royal Leicesters for many a year."
St Peter nodded wisely and turned and pressed a bell
saying "step forward my son you've had your taste of hell."
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