This came from Ajit Potnis and many may have got it from other sources.
*THE HELL OF AN **INDIAN **MILITARY* * * *Last night as I lay sleeping* *I died... or* *so**,** did **it **so seem**,* *Then I went to **the **heaven* *But only in** my dream* *Up there St. Peter greeted **me* *Standing at the Pearly Gate**,* *He** said, "I must check your data**...* *Please stand **t**here and wait."* *He turned and said "Your record* *Is covered with terrible flaws,* *On earth I see you rallied* *For every losing cause."* *I see that you drank alcohol,* *smoked and partied too,* *Fact is, you've done everything* *A good person should never do.* *We can't have people like you up here...* *Throughout your life all you did was hear,* *You carried out** all** orders without pausing to think.* *You never asked for instructions** written and signed in** ink.* *Then** he read the last of my record* *You stood in isolated places* *and** there* *you **shivered alone* *You left your kith* *and kin** and** hearth* *and** everything at** home* *You** come from an unresponsive* *and a **very ungrateful** nation* *You were** always **denied* *your rights* *by every Pay Commission* * * *The saint held my hand and said,* *"**Well! do please **Come in** !!!!**"* *Then he commanded everyone* *who was there within.* *"Take him in and treat hi**m well**,* *He's done his time** enough* *in hell."** *
