St. Peter was standing at the Pearly Gates when a man walked up.
"Welcome to Heaven, my son. What did you do with your life?" asked St. Peter.
"I was a policeman," replied the man.
"What kind of policeman were you?" St. Peter inquired.
"I was a vice officer. It was my job to keep dangerous narcotics out of the hands of children," explained the man.
"Excellent, my son. You may pass through the gates," said St. Peter.
A few seconds later a second man walked up.
"Welcome to Heaven, my son. What did you do with your life?" asked St. Peter.
"I was a policeman," the man responded.
"What kind of policeman were you," inquired St. Peter.
"I was a traffic cop. It was my job to keep the roads and highways safe for travelers," answered the man.
"Very well done. You may pass through the gates," St. Peter said.
Moments later, a third man walked up.
"Welcome to Heaven, my son. What did you do with your life?" asked St. Peter
"I was a policeman," he replied.
"What kind of policeman were you," St. Peter asked.
"I was a Military Policeman, Sir," responded the man.
"Excellent, my son. I have to leave for a short while, watch the gate will you!" said St. Peter.